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The Perfect Submissive Trilogy Part 3: Coming Soon…

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April 10  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

For those of you waiting for the publication of the third and final part of my Perfect Submissive Trilogy, Knowing Her Place, the wait is nearly over…

If you haven’t read book one and two…here’s what you need to catch up on!

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The Perfect Submissive (Book 1) Blurb-

Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine. Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…

Buy Links

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1908262788/ref=pd_rhf_se_p_img_10

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358717314&sr=1-1&keywords=perfect+submissive

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The Retreat (Book 2) Blurb

It’s been six months since Jess Sanders allowed herself to accept that the role of submissive on the exclusive adult entertainment floor of the Fables Hotel was a job she was born to do.

Now Jess’s boss, Mrs Peters, informs her, and the resident dominatrix, Miss Sarah, that they have been loaned to one of her clients, who wishes to start an adult retreat, hidden away in the remote glens of Scotland.

Suddenly, Jess has to come to terms that she might not be as perfect a submissive as she had been led to think – especially when her new boss implies that she may not be returning to Fables after all…

Buy Links

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=pd_sim_b_41?ie=UTF8&refRID=0Q3CK29T2W4M8C62VP3H

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376076293&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Retreat+kay+jaybee

Last of all- here is the blurb for the forthcoming finale…

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Knowing Her Place (Book 3) Blurb-

With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.

Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner David Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.

With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.

To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.

Buy Links coming soon!

Many thanks to everyone who has sent me lovely emails telling me how much they are looking forward to Knowing Her Place. Not long know…what this space…

Happy reading.

Kay xxxx

 

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Beautiful Undulations – Smut For Good: Curves Rule Charity Blog Hop!

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April 7  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

Welcome to my part of the wonderful Curves Rule Charity Blog Hop! 

If you like what you read -and if you leave me a lovely comment- you could win a Kay Jaybee novel or anthology of your choice in e-form. And don’t forget to check out all the other blogs in the hop before 13th April!! http://smutters.co.uk/blog/smut-for-good-curves-rule

The Smut team are trying to raise as much money as we can to go towards finding a cure for Parkinson’s. (Donations and info link are at the bottom of the blog.)

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I’ve always been a fan of curves- big, small, average- any size will do. We all have beautiful undulations that we so rarely appreciate.

Curves will always be popular. They always have been- just look at our ancestors. Did they worship woman with overworked and over-exercised ironing board bodies? Nope!

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Since Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse asked me to do a blog for this hop I began to think about all the female characters I’ve written. Without realising it, I have developed a pattern. My heroines are usually curvy or curvaceous. The women you are meant to dislike (with the exception of Lady Tia in The Retreat, who is certainly a big and beautiful creation), are generally vain gym bunnies who have honed themselves into the aforementioned ironing boards! I had no idea I’d done this!! I’ve always disliked manufactured figures, be they small or large- any one who exercises to the point where they turn themselves into a clone is a real turn off.

Let’s here it for a natural figure- whatever size or shape it is!!

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Here’s a little snippet including one of my favourite Rubenseque characters- Mrs Laura Peters, from The Perfect Submissive

Laura Peters’ mind went into overdrive. Flicking through a variety of possible erotic scenarios, she placed him at the mercy of a large muscular man, begging to be skewered up the arse on his magnificent cock. She saw him bound and gagged; a darkly tanned figure bent over his chest, stroking him relentlessly with a split-tailed whip. Perhaps he was writhing on a four-poster bed, awaiting a woman’s eager tongue against his balls; a woman who’d just spent the last hour teasing his body with silk scarves …

Snapping her mind back to reality, the manageress glanced at the wooden-cased grandfather clock that stood behind the hotel bar. It was a couple of minutes to 11.00 p.m. and the poised man at the corner table, who’d sparked her imagination so powerfully, had been watching her for a least half an hour.

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Sitting alone on a padded stool, her back resting against the bar, Laura could clearly picture the thoughts running through his mind. Is she an escort or a prostitute? A business woman travelling alone to a conference? Does she have a partner about to join her? She knew it wouldn’t occur to him that she was the co-runner of the Fables Country Hotel in which he was staying.

Shaking out the long russet hair that hung down her neck, Laura felt it smother her shoulders. Fixing her bright green eyes on one of the ghastly paintings that adorned the hotel lounge’s walls, she hid her smile as the guest continued to observe her. She wondered when he would make a move. He was, or appeared to be, exactly what she was looking for.

Without giving the stranger the satisfaction of seeing her glance at him in return, Laura mentally weighed up his appearance. At approximately 5’ 9”, he was only an inch taller than her, and she guessed his age to be in the region of 35. His short-sleeved shirt revealed his arms to be muscular without being overworked, and as he sipped at his pint of beer she noticed the signs of a small tattoo peek from beneath his casually smart polo-shirt sleeve, although she was unable to see precisely what it depicted. Reining in her thoughts from too much speculation as to the nature and extent of his body art, Laura continued her silent summary of his physical attributes.

The short brown hair that framed a roughly shaved face was speckled with the first flecks of grey. Almost square in shape, his rugged confident face held deep brown eyes. Those eyes seemed to hold so much promise, and Laura felt a frisson of lust trip down her spine as she wondered what it was going to feel like when he locked them on to her own and begged her to make him come, pleaded with her to … Laura took a deep breath. She was convinced that it would happen, and was already quietly looking forward to seeing how he would cope with what she had in mind.

Sipping her drink, Laura wondered how he saw her, with her ankle-length khaki-green dress gathered beneath her chest in a style reminiscent of a character from Jane Austen. On a slimmer or shorter female it would have looked wrong, but on her tall Rubenesque figure, the result was simply stunning. Perfectly proportioned, she was beautifully rounded and gorgeously curved.

Continuing to covertly watch the stranger, Laura reflected on how at ease he seemed compared to many of the business men and women who passed through the doors of the hotel. His features didn’t display the slightest trace of anxiety, and the manageress was struck by the man’s air of self-possession. It occurred to Laura that he might, from the smirk that played around his lips, be lost in a sexual fantasy. She hoped he was…

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Thanks for dropping by to support this charity blog hop!!

And remember- whatever shape you are- thin, slim, average, large, or big- you are beautiful, and every one of your natural undulations is special.

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Smut for Good: Curves Rule is a blog hop with prizes galore to raise funds for Parkinson’s UK as this is Parkinson’s Awareness week. To find more curves, and seek out further prizes please visit http://smutters.co.uk/smut-for-good and if you can please visit the Smut for Good: Curves Rule Just Giving Page at http://www.justgiving.com/curvesrule and donate whatever you can to help us reach our target of £100 to raise awareness of Parkinson’s and to support the charity Parkinson’s UK http://www.parkinsons.org.uk/ who help those with the disease learn to cope with the challenges, give out information and search for a cure.

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Happy blog reading everyone!

Don’t forget to leave me a comment, with your email address, to be in with the chance of winning a digital version of one of my books xxx

Kay xx

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Text Sex: Making Him Wait

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April 5  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Ever since the introduction of mobile or cell phones into our lives, texting has become a way of life. Erotic stories involving text sex were bound to follow in the wake of this phenomena as, let’s face it, text sex is a lot of fun, and can be very kinky!

I have written a number of stories that have included texts, such as Perks of the Job (Tricks For Kicks, Xcite) and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress). It was so much fun to add this textual dimension of communication to my tales. These stories were so well received that I was determined to make text conversations an integral part of my new novel, Making Him Wait.

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Blurb-Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.

But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?

The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

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Theo is normally very much in control of his life, but after he visits Maddie’s studio in the curse of his job as an electrician to install some new lighting, he quickly finds himself obsessed with both her, and the sheer weight of the eroticism that seems to ooze out of the art that covers the walls.

Maddie, a master of the art of self-control, has an exhibition to put together for the recently re-opened Striped Banana gallery, and although she is keen to have some fun with Theo, she is determined create all the new works of art she needs first. At the same time however, Maddie has no intention of letting Theo lose interest in her while her energy is required elsewhere…

So what better way to lure Theo with promises of breath-taking sex than via text messaged conversations- and then making him wait for answers to his texts…?

Extract

Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.

Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.

“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control – is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.

Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.

While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely what and who had held up her replies.

Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.

Maddie loved making him wait…

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Very quickly, Maddie has Theo exactly where she wants him- at the centre of an unpredictable waiting game. But Theo isn’t always sure what he’s waiting for- and every time he thinks he’s about to get what he wants, Maddie changes the rules, and Theo finds himself having to wait all over again.

As time passes however, and Maddie needs Theo’s help to get her exhibition complete on time, the artist finds she isn’t getting everything her own way. Is it possible that in Theo Hunter, Maddie Templeton has finally met her match?

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait to find out what happens to Theo and Maddie, it is available as a paperback or e-book from all good retailers, including…

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239259&sr=8-1

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239632&sr=8-1&keywords=making+him+wait+kay+jaybee

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Review: Stockholm Surrender by Lily Harlem

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April 3  |  eBooks, News, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

I haven’t had time to do any new reviews lately, so instead I thought I’d remind you of a few books that are, in my opinion, just that little bit head and shoulders above the rest. Today I’m looking at…

Stockholm Surrender (pub. by Ellora’s Cave), by Lily Harlem.

This is one hot tale!

There is something about a bad boy. Especially a bad boy with a cause. Ty Winters is that sort of boy.  If you like your bit of rough with heart- then this story is for you! The premise is inspired, and one of the most unusual takes on the theme of kidnap within erotica that I’ve come across.

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Blurb- My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heart-stoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!

He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.

Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.

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Written from the perspective of Penny Tipping, an Oxford University Law student, who also happens to be the daughter of the British Foreign Minister, Stockholm Surrender takes us along, hand in hand, with her from the very start. A totally believable character, you share Penny’s frustrations and confusions as Ty Winter’s turns from her fantasy fodder, to a creature of lustful reality.

Although Ty’s motives behind the ever extreme actions within the novel are solid and genuine (he is desperately trying to focus public attention onto the imprisonment of his friend James in a Thailand prison), his methods leave something to be desired!

The kidnap of Penny in Australia, where she is enjoying some time away from her studies, begins as a frightening experience for her- until she see’s who her kidnapper is. Suddenly Penny is stuck in a web of contrary emotions as, tied and imprisoned, she finds herself longing to be touched by her captor, and begins to sympathise with Ty and his cause – almost as much as she is desperate for him to touch her.

After taking photos of Penny in her captured state, to send to her father as bribery so he’ll look into his friend James’s case, Ty escapes from this first kidnap scene, leaving a bound, sexually unsatisfied, Penny to be discovered by the police.

Returning to the UK, Penny becomes fixated with when Ty will show up again. Her father is determined to keep her under his own lock and key for her own safety, but Penny has ideas of her own, and persuades her family to let her go back to university. The security guard that the Foreign Secretary provides for her protection however, doesn’t stand in the way of Ty’s ambitions to use Penny to secure the help of the British government, nor her determination for him to use her body for more interesting purposes…This is a lust which is quickly more than mutual…

With my window letting in the sounds of the city, I spread my notes on my bed and tapped away on my netbook. The history of law was everyone’s most hated subject, but I knew the sooner I tackled it the better. Leaving it to the last minute would be crazy.

Eventually though, as darkness claimed the hall grounds and the lampposts flicked on, I decided to call it a day, or rather a night. I saved my work and flopped back on the bed. I would just stretch out for ten minutes before I got up to change and get ready for sleep.

But sleep wouldn’t wait, and before I knew it I felt myself drifting. Falling into a dark, dreamy world. My eyes were heavy, my breathing shallow. I let myself go—float into a world of thoughts and nothingness, white clouds and black sleep.

“Shh!”

There was tightness over my mouth and pressure over the entire length of my body. Whatever it was had squeezed the air from my lungs and was pinning me to the bed. I opened my eyes, panicked.

“Shh!” Ty said, his eyes wide and his nose practically touching mine.

Hastily, I nodded. Oh my god. Was I dreaming or was Ty really here, lying on the bed with me?

He hesitated then lifted his gloved hand from my mouth just a fraction. “You are going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” I whispered.

This was no dream.

“Good, ’cause I don’t want that copper who’s stalking you to come crashing in.”

“He won’t. I promise.”

Ty lifted up, reached over and shut the window. With a snap, he drew the curtains then pulled off his gloves.

“Is that how you got in?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Really, up the tree, and…” Something was different. I realized what it was. “Why has the lamppost gone off?”

“I tripped it, didn’t want anyone seeing me breaking into the foreign minister’s daughter’s bedroom.” He grinned naughtily.

“And did they?”

“No, I shouldn’t think so, not at three in the morning.”

“Three?” I glanced at my bedside clock. Sure enough, it was three a.m.

He chuckled and lay back down next to me. “I guess you got carried away with your studies. I used to be like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t look so shocked, I have a first in sports science.” He touched his finger to the bald patch of my scalp and a rush of heated desire poured through me. “I know all about the human body,” he whispered, “and exactly what it needs to stay healthy and happy and…satisfied.”

Unable to suppress a whimper of pure lust, I slid my hand over his shoulders and tugged him closer. “I wish you would damn well give me some of the satisfaction I need.”

“You’re always so demanding, and so…damn…horny.” He touched his lips to mine, soft and gentle, his tongue peeking into my mouth and past my teeth to tangle and turn and explore. “Oh Jesus, Penny, you drive me crazy,” he murmured. “You do know that, don’t you?”

“Good, because that’s how you make me feel.”

He stroked down the column of my neck, dipping his fingertip into the hollow of my throat and down my sternum. “I want you so bad,” he said, “but there is something we have to do before we can be together.”

“What?” What could he possibly need to do other than put on a damn condom? His erection was growing by the second against my hip. All I needed was for him to get inside me like he had before. Thrust and grind and do that thing to my clit he was so bloody good at. Just the thought of it had me shivering.“Wait,” he said, reaching behind himself.

Suddenly a tight strip of tape slapped over my mouth. Gone was the luscious kissing of moments ago and in its place foul plastic stickiness.

“Mmmph!” I managed, trying to project massive indignation with my eyes.

“It won’t take long.”

I tried to reach for the tape, intent on pulling it off, but he had both my hands harnessed in just one of his.

“Sit.” He pulled me upright, tugging at my sweater. “We need this off.”

His breaths were rapid and hot on my face as he moved his hands quickly and efficiently, freeing my arms from the sweater before swiftly dragging it over my head.

“Ah fuck, white,” he said, staring at my pretty lace bra. It had delicate scallop details over the rise of my small, pert breasts and a tiny pale-blue flower in the center between the cups. “White is my very favorite.” His voice was almost wistful.

“Mmmph!” I mumbled again. Why did I have this tape on? I said I wouldn’t shout for Roger. Why didn’t he believe me?

“Shh, shh, just for a minute, baby, just for a couple of minutes.”

He stood, still holding my wrists tight, and nudged the straight-backed chair out from under my desk with his foot. “Up, come on, sit on here, quickly.” He glanced at the door.

As soon as I was on the chair he was behind me, wrapping what felt like cord around my wrists. I yanked but the binding was tight and attached me to the rungs.

“It’s okay,” he soothed by my ear, his breath warm and tickly. “It’s okay.” He slid his hand over my bare shoulder, tracing the strap of my bra right down to the cup.

I arched my spine, needing his touch so desperately. Ty in my fantasies would have his hands all over me by now. Ty in my fantasies would already be ravishing me until we were both desperately trying to muffle our screams and panting for breath.

But this wasn’t fantasy, this was real. Ty was really here, really tying me up again. And for god’s sake, why was this stuff on my mouth?

He poked his fingers into my bra and tweaked my nipple. I whimpered and fluttered my eyes shut. His caress sent sinful licks of wantonness raging though me.

“Damn it, Ty,” he muttered. “Think of James.” His body heat left me and the next thing I knew he was pulling off my jeans, exposing my tiny white thong. “Ah, fucking hell, what are you trying to do to me?” he groaned, wearing a very real expression of pain.

I couldn’t answer.

He reached back onto the bed for a small, brown leather rucksack. He delved into it and pulled out a newspaper and a camera.

“It’s yesterday’s,” he said. “But your father will still get the message.” He tilted his head and smirked lopsidedly. “The message that I can get to you whenever I want, wherever I want, bodyguard or no bodyguard.” Carefully he laid the newspaper on my lap. It was sort of folded up onto my belly so that the headline was visible. He took a step back and held up a small, silver digital camera. “I would say smile,” he said with a shrug, “but I guess it’s not appropriate.”

Appropriate!

That was the goddamn understatement of the year. Dad was really going to flip at this one. Me in my underwear, gagged, tied to a chair in my room with Roger snoozing outside, just a few feet away. The shit was really going to hit the fan. Big-time.

I heard the camera click once then Ty was back next to me. He folded up the paper and shoved it along with the camera into his bag.

“Mmmph,” I said, shifting on the chair.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” he said, bending over me and peeling off the tape. It tugged and stung as it pulled my skin. “Baby, I’m sorry, I just needed to do that.” He shoved the tape into his bag too.

“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed. “That stuff is foul and what the hell are you playing at?”He stooped and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”I allowed my mouth to become pliant and open, let him in to search and gently tease my tongue with his in slow, languid movements. He tasted divine, like fresh water, a hint of vanilla and turned-on man. As he kissed me reverently, indulgently, my irritation with him dissolved as though it were a spoonful of sugar in hot tea. This was what I’d been waiting for, this moment with Ty. The man I shouldn’t want but did. The man whose tenacity and loyalty I admired even though everyone else thought he was a brutish thug who should be hung, drawn and quartered.

“Ty,” I gasped. “Please, untie me.”

“Mmm, in a minute. I kinda like having you at my mercy.”

“I’ve noticed.”He smiled, slow and sexy. “It gives me all kinds of dirty ideas…”

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Taking us from Australia, to the dreaming spires of Oxford, and into heart of Bangkok, the rising heat between the kidnapper and his prisoner goes from hot to scolding.

Even when Ty hacks off a clump of Penny’s hair to post to her father, Penny is still determined to see him again- and this is where the skill of Lily’s writing shines through. As a reader I was with Penny- you believe she wants to be with Ty even after he destroys her hair- and you can see why. As a couple- however wildly unconventional- they steam.

The temptation, as ever when reading a good story, is to share much more, but I really don’t want to ruin the book for you. A book which, just to tease you further, contains a highly charged sharing scene between Penny, Ty, and Ty’s best friend- how lucky is she! Trust me- this story sizzles!!

If you like your erotica edgy and kinky, but with the romance kept in, then Stockholm Surrender is a must read.

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Lily Harlem has written a huge number of amazing novels, including the sister story to Stockholm Surrender; Stockholm Seduction. Her work can be found at http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.co.uk

Buy Links

Ellora’s Cave http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9743-stockholm-surrender.aspx

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Stockholm-Surrender-ebook/dp/B0082B3CMM

Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stockholm-Surrender-ebook/dp/B0082B3CMM/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_5

All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-stockholmsurrender-791224-149.html

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Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx

New Book from Lily Harlem: Who Dares Wins

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March 29  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

My lovely friend and fellow Brit Babe, the amazing Lily Harlem, has dropped by today- and boy has she bought a heap of deliciousness along with her…

Over to you Lily…

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When the brief for a military m/m story came in from Totally Bound I was in the middle of a TV splurge on Strikebackhttp://www.sky.com/tv/show/strike-back - and having very lustful thoughts about sexy mercenary and all round hero soldier Damien Scott – played by Sullivan Stapleton. Oh, yum, there is just something about him and with plenty of naked, sweaty scenes that feature his hot butt and him grunting and groaning through orgasm after orgasm I was inspired to write! The result was Who Dares Wins.

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But not all of my heroes in Who Dares Wins are soldiers. The protagonist, Ken is not a solider, he’s a garden centre manager living in the UK in a quaint little cottage he shares with his lover, Jack. Jack is a soldier, he’s SAS and he and Ken have enjoyed a D/s relationship for years. It’s not common knowledge amongst his colleagues that Jack is gay, but on one particular occasion he brings a fellow soldier home who just happens to prefer men to women. Ken and Jack are very close and have shared all of their deepest fantasies, one of which is Ken’s desire to experience a menage a trois. And… you can guess what happens in that pretty little thatched cottage when two lusty soldiers who are not only trained to kill but also determined to be the best of the best – whatever it is they are doing – set themselves on little submissive Ken!

Thank you, Kay, for letting me come over and play with my military hunks.

Lily x

Buy links-

Totally Bound https://www.totallybound.com/who-dares-wins?search=who%20dares%20wins
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Who-Dares-Wins-Lily-Harlem-ebook/dp/B00J5J99U4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395420491&sr=1-1&keywords=Who+Dares+Wins
Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Who-Dares-Wins-Lily-Harlem-ebook/dp/B00J5J99U4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395420366&sr=1-1&keywords=who+dares+wins+by+lily+harlem
ARe https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-whodareswins-1457917-149.html

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Thanks Lily!!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

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