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Sunshine, scenery, and sitting- but not writing…

August 10  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

Anyone who follows this blog will know that I am something of a workaholic, so the idea of having a whole week off isn’t something that comes easily. However, I am always prepared for the ’empty finger’ syndrome that assails me during my annual break.


Rather like a smoker who misses a cigarette, my fingers miss the roll of a pen between them to the extent that I become physically twitchy and grumpy. So, if you see me during the second week of the school holidays in some relaxing location, all decked out in summer clothing, but holding a ballpoint pen without having something to write on, then you’ll know I’m in the stages of writer come-down.

This year we took our first trip to the Algarve. Having reserved a beautiful villa on the outskirts of Villamora, we were all set for a week of sun, scenery, and sitting by our own swimming pool doing very little slowly.

It was the private pool which was the cause of most excitement with my children, and as we sat in Exeter airport on 1st August, that was the chief topic of conversation- the conclusion of which was that as soon as we arrived, we’d all have an evening swim. However…

First of all the plane was delayed an hour, then another hour, and then, much to the relief of all, and after more games of Rummy than I’d planned to play during the entire holiday, we were away to board the plane. After another wait, we were off to find the start of the runway. The engine flared, and then…back to the airport we went!

Moments later the captain announced- and I will never forget this, for it was like a scene from The IT Crowd – “I do apologise Ladies and Gentlemen, but I have a computer fault in the cockpit, I’m going to have to turn it off and on again.”

IT Crowd

Seriously!! That is honestly what happened. He was fixing his plane in the same way I fix my laptop when it is having a teenage moment of non-compliance!!

This worked- and after refuelling- off we all went – none of us filled with a great deal of confidence in the craft in which we sat!

As you can imagine, by the time we got to Portugal it was almost dark. My the time we picked up our hire car from the worlds slowest and most inept car hire firm it was very dark, and more poor husband had to get to grips with a new car, and driving on the wrong side of the road under poor lamp light. Dr Jaybee was a star however, and we got to our villa only an hour later- to find that there was no outside lighting, and that we were locked out of our villa! As you can imagine, my pen was in full twirl mode by this time!!

It was thanks to a very friendly Portuguese neighbour and her cleaner that we got into our temporary home- starving, and ready to crash out. There was nothing to eat or drink in the house- nothing- we had intended to shop on arrival- but of course all the shops etc were closed. Can you imagine? Me in a house with not even a coffee bean in it!!

Lets just say, that the coffee I drank the following morning, at the café we got to VERY early in the morning, didn’t even touch the sides. After that start, nothing else could go wrong- and we decided to put it all behind us and just enjoy…

And how could we not enjoy this beautiful place?


From the calm of our villa, to the bustle of Villamora marina, to the stunning panorama of the coast, the searing heat (factor 50 simply was not strong enough), the majesty of Silves Moorish castle, and the total joy and fun of meeting my fellow Brit Babe, and wonderful friend, Tabitha Rayne and her family, who were on holiday nearby, to the splashingly wet fun of the local waterpark, and last of all, the pure peace of just sitting and lunching in a world where I didn’t have to cook….it was heaven- and by day two, I had dropped my pen…


Castle at Silves

This does not been I’d stopped soaking in ideas for stories however. Always the story hungry voyeur, I was watching at all times.

I took in the family on the plane that was made up of a new couple which obviously consisted of two wealthy middle aged people who had to ‘look right,’ and their combined children from previous marriages- two of which were of the Nickelodeon mould of extreme pretention and ‘me me me-ness’ which made me hope that the sex was worth it…

The waiters who smiled one way for some customers, and in another way for those who they obviously hoped would smile back…

The way the sunlight lit the walls to create shadows that could hide all manner of things….and much much more…

Sunset over Villamora

Well my friends, I must leave you know and get on with some work- because although I loved every minute of my trip away, I’m back now- and the words await, and my fingers are itching….

Happy reading,

Kay xx




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Holiday Read: Kink Perfect Submissive Style

August 1  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m off for my annual holiday today, so I thought I’d leave you with a little something to read  from the first of the books erotica series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!!


I have been writing erotica for almost eleven years now, and over that time I have built up something of a reputation for penning tales of the S&M and BDSM persuasion. Never has this reputation been more deserved than with Book One of the trilogy The Perfect Submissive, which I have to confess, definitely falls into the heavier side of erotica. In other words, it is pretty full on!

BlurbHidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels 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…

Making a living out of writing sex scenes is great fun whichever way you look at it. For me however, it is the kinkier scenes that are the most interesting and attractive to both read and create.  To be able to invent interesting and unusual- yet believable (if somewhat muscle stretching), ways to provide pleasure is a challenge I really enjoy. Taking everyday objects and turning them into instruments of eroticism- through either direct pleasure, or through pleasure via desired pain, is a wonderful way to spend my days! For example, why just use a paintbrush to paint with?

In the following extract, Miss Jess Sanders has been working at the Fables for a few days now, and has been introduced to the Hotels pseudo school room. We join the action were the poor girl has been tied to an art table for what seems like hours, and now, at last, physical relief has arrived…

‘Master Philips, this is Miss Jess Sanders, the new administration clerk, and soon, well … let’s just say, I have high hopes for this young lady.’

Jess’s brain galloped off at a number of conflicting tangents as Lee nodded in evident understanding. An understanding Jess certainly did not share. What high hopes?

‘While you were lying here enjoying yourself, Miss Sanders, Master Philips here, has proffered me a great service.’

Jess said nothing, her eyes trained on the white tabletop before her, not wanting to see the predatory look of either of the people who towered over her. She could feel the sexual tension rising in the stale air of the room, and her body tingled.

Daring another glance at the young man, Jess took in the short dark hair, the slim body, the midnight blue eyes, and the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock beneath his suit trousers, which made her pussy give an involuntary spasm against the brush.

‘As you can see, Master Philip, Miss Sanders has been corked with one of the heftier classrooms paintbrushes. Just a little something to keep that untutored body amused in my absence.’

Jess closed her eyes as she heard Mrs Peters talking about her as if she was a mere thing, a toy to be played with. The idea appalled her, and yet, somehow the thought that they could do whatever they liked to her, sent another shot of desire through her abused frame, confusing her further.

Lee said nothing, but watched as Mrs Peters’ hand went towards the bristles that extruded from the girl’s cunt. Jess groaned as it was abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy emptier than ever.

Sardonically observing Lee’s aroused state, the manageress asked him, ‘Would you like your dick to replace the brush handle for Miss Sanders? I’m sure that right now she is feeling particularly in need of filling, and I know you have a cock worthy of the job.’

Without raising his head, Lee replied, ‘Thank you Mrs Peters, I would.’

‘Then assist me.’


Swiftly Jess’s bindings were untied. It felt strange to be free, and the clerk’s shoulders cracked as she moved, flexing her arms and legs to get her blood circulating again. Jess wasn’t allowed her freedom for long however, as Mrs Peters yanked her arms sharply behind her back, re-tying her wrists, and shoving her into the larger and more comfortable teacher’s chair, her butt on the very edge of the seat, her legs spread.

‘As you are aware, Master Philips, I consider patience one of life’s greatest virtues, a lesson I think, by the look of desperation that is shining so blatantly in Miss Sanders’ eyes, it is high time she learnt.’

‘Yes Mrs Peters.’ Lee deflated slightly as he realised he would have to wait a little longer for his reward, but felt better when Laura passed him the paintbrush, knowing precisely what he was supposed to do with it.

Jess, her eyes wide, her throat drier than ever, watched as Lee ran the brush’s soft bristles between his fingers. Kneeling before Jess, he placed the tip of the paintbrush on the very end of her right nipple. Gasping with shock at the sensitivity of the touch, Jess began to shiver against the sweeping strokes Lee focused on her breast.

‘I must congratulate you, Master Philips.’ Mrs Peters spoke with approval. ‘You have an excellent technique there, arousing, and stimulating, without being quite enough to make your subject come.’

Jess groaned. Why wouldn’t they let her come? As the deliciously torturous brush moved onto her left tit, tears of desire and frustration gathered at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was minutes away from begging. Begging to be fucked, begging to be allowed to come; begging for a warm mouth to come to her pussy, her chest, her mouth.

Her quivers turned to shakes as her stomach knotted with the build up of a fast approaching climax.

A gesture from Laura and Lee dropped the brush, causing tears of desperation to course down Jess’s cheeks. ‘Now, Miss Sanders, you have to learn to pace yourself. This is as much for our enjoyment as yours, and we are not ready to let you come yet.’

Blinking in disbelief at her superior’s words, Jess felt the tears dry against her face, as once again the brush was employed by Lee, this time along her tethered arms, her unsteady legs and her taut stomach. Concentrating hard on not pleading for more direct attention, Jess tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs, and the increasingly obvious presence of Lee’s erection.

Jess’s persistent moans turned to helpless whimpers as Mrs Peters finally broke the tension, ‘You may remove your clothes, Lee.’

The young man moved with uncaring speed and Jess gulped as she saw the neatly circumcised penis that was pointing at her hungrily, slide into the waiting rubber.

Ordered to sit up straight, Jess obeyed as the barman gratefully sank his length into Jess’s slick snatch. Their mutual sighs of relief made Mrs Peters issue a sharp sneering laugh, ‘So young and so desperate.’


Picking up the brush, the manageress began to stroke the cream bristles back over Jess’s tormented nipples, as Lee heaved against her, slapping his backside and balls against her in his urgency to come.

Jess screamed out her climax, her body rocking in shocked pent up pleasure.

As Jess slumped against the barman, Mrs Peters dropped the brush to the floor. ‘You see, Miss Sanders, some things are so much better if they are promised, but withheld for a while. If you are made to wait, you appreciate things all the more. Don’t you think?’

‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’ Jess spoke automatically through breathless lips. There really wasn’t anything else she could say…


If you fancy delving in to the world of Mrs Peters and discovering how Jess copes with her submissive education, The Perfect Submissive is available in paperback, and as an eBook from all good retailers, including-


Thanks again for popping by today. I’ll be back from my holidays on 10th August – see you then.

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Don’t forget the story continues after The Perfect Submissive with The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, and then the novella length extra tale, The New Room


The New Room- Per Sub short

Happy Reading,


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Guest Post from Peter Birch: The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions

July 28  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I have a brilliant blog for you- if you’re a fan of spanking you are going to love this! However, if you are under 18, or if you are adverse to seeing beautiful women being spanked, then this is not the blog for you! You have been warned!!

Over to you Peter…

Peter Birch on The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions

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It took me a while to decide how to open this blog. The world of erotic writing has moved on so far and so fast in the last year or two that the chances are that nobody reading this has the faintest idea who I am. Fortunately the author page from the book I want to write about says it all, complete with a picture of me doing my favourite thing and guaranteed to pique the interest of those who might enjoy my work while, hopefully, making those who won’t depart with their noses tilted up at a suitable prim angle.

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Having got that over with I can now move on to the question Kay asked me: what made me write The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions? The answer is that it was a wonderful way to combine my love of spanking and photography with my career as a writer, or in other words it’s a piece of unabashed self-indulgence.

I’m an eroticist who writes rather than the other way around. Writing has always been important to me and I love to fill my books with distinctive characters and compelling plots, especially for my Aishling Morgan novels. I also like to think that I can at least string a sentence together, but my background is the world of fetish parties, curious pleasures and above all, spanking. I make no excuse for this and I have never set down so much as a single word in the hope of appealing to the mass market. Rather to my surprise there seem to be enough people around who share my tastes to make my writing commercially viable.

Unfortunately, even in the heyday of Nexus books, when I was producing ten novels a year, I could never persuade a publisher to allow me to include illustrations. All that changed with the arrival of the wonderful Accent Press, who commissioned an illustrated guide to all things kinky. That included a section on spanking with a text box listing nine popular positions. Nine isn’t very many though, and I was left feeling that I hadn’t done justice to the subject.

At the time I was also writing articles for Forum Magazine and its sister publications. I suggested a light-hearted article on spanking positions, listing the top 20 as if from a music chart. They liked the idea and agreed to include my own photographs, so I was left with no choice but to set up a photo shoot. I like my spanking to be done for a reason, so I dressed two beautiful models in riding gear and took the pictures in the corner of a studio done up as an improbably clean stables. Here’s one of the pictures from that day, position No 19, the Open Bailey, so named because it was the favourite position of Lucy Bailey, queen of the British spanking scene back in the ‘90s.

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When I did the Forum shoot I tried to get the different positions in their real order of popularity, judging by how often they were shown or mentioned in internet search results. To get a top 20 a lot of positions had to be left out, and by the time the article was published I had a list of over thirty different positions and the whole thing was beginning to get a bit obsessive. There’s a lot to be said for obsession, especially when it comes to kinky sex, so instead of telling myself to calm down I let the project grow. A commission to write an article on spanking aftercare allowed me to set up a second shoot featuring models Stacey and Stephanie Howitt, who tried out nearly forty different positions before so much as a dab of cold cream was applied to a smarting bottom cheek.

004 Torquay

After that there was no turning back. The girls were lovely and had great fun on the shoot, adding their own suggestions and clever details, but we’d been unable to use our original venue and the Torquay B&B we’d hired as a substitute wasn’t the ideal background. Besides, the number of positions was creeping ever higher, to fifty, then sixty, with friends suggesting pet favourites and subtle variations. I’d also realised that some positions needed three people, one of them strong enough to hold another clear of the ground for the spanking.

I was now determined to do the book and I knew what I wanted to call it, but I didn’t want to do another shoot until I’d found a suitable studio and the perfect models. My Domina came easily, Leia-Ann Woods, whose cool, stern beauty and wealth of experience made her ideal, while we’d been friends for years and worked together on several projects. She was also well used to being on the receiving end and knew all about my obsession with spanking positions, having obliged with one of many minor test shoots. Here she is, Kissing the Gunner’s Daughter only with a tree trunk in place of a cannon.

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It took a lot longer to find the right girl to be on the receiving end, but one glance at Chloe “Toy” Benson and my mind was made up. Not only was she the perfect English rose, but her petite figure and playful, innocent manner made her the ideal foil for Leia-Ann. The only question was whether she would accept a shoot that involved being spanked in several dozen different positions, many of them extremely revealing, and over a period of four hours. She accepted without hesitation and proved even better than I had hoped, not only beautiful but wonderfully expressive.

The third member of my team was Amber West, another experienced spanking model. Amber had the height and strength I needed both to be ridden by Chloe for the equestrian positions and to be able to lift her for the triples, or so I hoped. What she definitely did have was enough skill with a camera to act as assistant photographer and exactly the attitude I wanted, as I’d discovered when she agreed to pose for an article on another of my penchants, erotic clowns. She’s the one getting spanked.

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With my team in place I hired Blingshot Studios in North London, allowing me the use of professional lighting and a pleasantly domestic but uncomplicated set to show the models to best advantage. I like to think we got some good results, so here are a few examples from the finished product: plates 8, 16 and 31 –

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008 Plate 16009 Plate 31

Not that everything went completely to plan. Only when we got to the triples did we discover that Amber Couldn’t lift Chloe onto her shoulders, so I was forced to hand over the camera and take her place, now with a slightly shocked Leia-Ann on the receiving end. I’m afraid I wasn’t really dressed the part.


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The great project was almost complete, with only the mechanics of publication to go through before The Big, Bad Book of Spanking Positions became a reality, except that even as Amber and I drove away from the studio we were thinking of new and increasingly complicated positions. I did take her out into the woods to complete an appendix, Contortionist’s Corner, and then added a second appendix on aftercare. Once I’d finished editing the pictures I had fifty plates covering seventy different spanking positions and a few other not to be missed themes such as the removal of Chloe’s knickers, which takes an entire page and twelve pictures.

So there it is, but even as the finished product went to press I knew I hadn’t exhausted all the possibilities. For a start I’d prefer positions such as Kissing the Gunner’s Daughter and Over a Barrel to actually involve an old fashioned ship’s cannon and a barrel respectively, while I can’t help but think that the military positions should have been done with the girls in uniform, the equestrian ones in riding gear and pony-girl harness, On the Lap with me dressed up as Santa Claus etc etc etc. Not only that, but it now seems to be impossible to get together with my fellow spanking enthusiasts without some clever Dick or Daisy demonstrating some bizarre possibility that hadn’t occurred to me.

Oh well, it looks as if I might have to start considering the second edition.


Many thanks Peter – what a great project! I confess to being a tiny bit jealous that I wasn’t research assistant on that assignment!

Links to Peter (and his varies guises) can be found here- for Aishling Morgan for Peter Birch for Alice McCloud

You can also find Peter here

Thanks again Peter,

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx





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Guest post from Jacqueline Brocker: A Sense of an Ending

July 23  |  eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to be able to welcome my friend, and fabulous writer, Jacqueline Brocker, to my site today, with not one, but three new stories to talk about…

First, let me thank Kay for giving me space on her blog to blather at you, and second, to congratulate her on the awesome ETO win! Isn’t it just marvellous?

Aww- thank you- I’m still in shock!

And now, on with the post…

A Sense of an Ending

Why am I here? I’ve had three short stories come out this year from Forbidden Fiction – two m/m (Bare Blue Steel and Precious Metal), one f/m (Fool’s Gold), and each in different genres (Precious Metal is science fiction and Bare Blue Steel is contemporary, while Fool’s Gold is historical fantasy). All of them are also erotica, but none are really romance. (I feel almost duty bound to say this, because people can get confused these days). Maybe sort of if you squint at two of them, but I’d be hesitant to recommend them to a romance reader. Why? They may not get that Happily Ever After that a reader expects with romance.


It’s a tricky thing coming up with a good ending for any story, and it seems to be an increasingly fraught issue with erotica. I’ll come to that in a moment, but first I’d like to look at the idea of happy endings.

There are two things that I want to focus on first. On the one hand, there is the idea (I don’t have evidence for this, more gut instinct) that if you say you don’t write happy endings, people interpret that to mean all your stories are Romeo and Juliet or Hamlet – tragic endings with half the cast dead and the scene awash with blood. On the other hand, there is another idea that happy endings immediately render the story inferior in quality, that happy endings are ‘disney-fied’ and pandering to the audience – as if the Hamlet-esque ending makes the story somehow superior just by the nature of its ending. It is, I suspect, one of the reasons that romance is often sneered at (there are other reasons that I don’t have the space to discuss here).

Two extremes, and anyone who has read a lot of books, watched a lot of films, partaken in any kind of story telling medium, knows this is nonsense. Anyone who has read a lot knows there is a whole range of possibilities, not even a sliding scale between happy and tragic, but ideas all over the map of what makes a good ending. Trouble is, it’s starting to feel like erotica can only have the happy ending, that it is an off-shoot of romance so ergo must follow its conventions, that it must offer either a sense of optimism or a level of comfort. Neither of which are bad in and of themselves – for the right story, they’re perfect and absolutely the way those stories should end. It worries me though when writers – especially those like me who write what they think is erotica rather than romance – feel obligated to make sure that’s the kind of story they are telling in order to get published. Or even just to be read.


Does this mean I want blood-soaked tragedy and sense of hopelessness at the end of my tales? Hardly. My belief with endings is that they have to make sense to the story and to the characters. And there is such a gamut of ways to end a story: philosophically, optimistically (even if the romantic pairing aren’t together), pensively, ambiguously. Maybe you’re satisfied with where the characters are at in life, maybe it leaves you wondering what happens next. Maybe you’re fearful for their fate, but it’s been left hanging in the balance. Maybe there is a mix of hope and despair, maybe it is bittersweet. Maybe they are together, but oh dear, you think, what a terrible idea! Or maybe the characters going their own way is the best and happiest thing for both (or all three, or more…) of them. There is such a variety of ways a story can end that is such a shame to feel trapped by just one.

So, does all that entice you to read any of the stories I’ve written to see how I’ve concluded them? Well, how that ends, dear reader, is up to you…

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Fool’s Gold

When Anne Delahaye, captain of the pirate ship the Merriment, is lead to a chest of coins with unusual markings, she assumes that she’s been cheated. But when she learns that the coins may be the key to a strange cave where desires become reality, she goes to find out for herself. What she finds there brings up memories and desires of a life she thought was gone.

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Precious Metal

Hector’s life as a cyborg, after an accident that left him with a mechanical arm and metal jaw, shouldn’t affect his sex life—but his partner, Kay, can’t bring himself to be intimate with a man who’s half-machine. Hector needs to find a way to convince Kay that LanceCorp didn’t replace the most important part of him—his heart.

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Bare Blue Steel

Jimmy adores his boyfriend Tom, with his slick suits, fedoras, and cool demeanour. When Jimmy discovers a revolver in Tom’s bedside drawers, he is confronted with the truth about Tom’s business activities. How did he miss the signs? Or has Jimmy been ignoring the truth about Tom to hide from the truth about himself?

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Many thanks for visiting today Jacqui!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx


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It’s all in the setting

July 20  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

There are many elements needed to produce a good story, erotic or otherwise. For me, the first and foremost element to start a story is location. If I can’t picture clearly in my head where the action takes place- be it an intensely hot screw in a store cupboard (The Collector), a solo walk in the park, (Quick Kink One), or a stomach churning encounter involving garden twine in a shed (The Voyeur)- then the words simply do not flow.


It is for this reason that every single story I’ve ever written, from the shortest piece of flash fiction, to my longest novel, have all been set in genuine locations. What happens in those chosen places may be entirely fictional (with the occasional exception!), but every background setting within a Kay Jaybee tale is 100% real.

On occasion, I have tried to invent places in which to gather people, and then take their clothes off (or not), but none of these stories have worked. I need to be able to feel the vibe of a location. To know how the air conditioning hums, or how the damp aroma of rain soaked wood would affect the characters in a certain environment. And to accurately assess these environmental conditions, then each location has to be real.

Digging Deep

An excellent example of this can be found in my latest erotic creation, the e-novella Digging Deep (Xcite Cariad Romance, 2013).

Blurb- Dr Beth Andrew’s first foreign excavation as a site leader, which she co-run’s with the American archaeologist Dr Harrison Harris, gets off to a shaky start due to the jealous interference of Harrison’s ex, and an overzealous student… Love and lust really can cloud even the cleverest person’s judgement!

I have long wanted to use some of my experiences as an archaeologist in my work. In this case it wasn’t so much the amazing excavation I was part of that attracted me to write Digging Deep, but the difficulties of doing such work under the trying circumstances the location had to offer.

Tunisian Olive Groves

Tunisian Olive Groves

Tunisia might well be the perfect place to soak up the sun as a tourist in a nice luxury hotel, but outside of tourist world, it is a very different story. I wanted to capture how challenging, both physically and mentally, it is to sleep in a freezing cold half built house, on bare concrete floors, and then bake by day beneath a 120+ degree sun. Add to this the frustration of digging in sand, with its oh so annoying habit of backfilling in on itself every few minutes, and you have the perfect location and situation for even the most intelligent people to lose their sense of perspective- something which happened in real life as well as in the pages of Digging Deep– although in a completely different way!!

You can buy Digging Deep from all good book and e-retailer from-


It is my practise of using real locations in my manuscripts, which has led me to develop the habit of greeting every new place I visit with a silent surveillance of erotic suitability. There can’t be a café, library, museum, shop, store cupboard, or indeed anywhere, that hasn’t been corrupted Kay-style in my mind, as my ever active imagination seeks out new stories in every place possible!

So be warned- don’t invite be to your place – unless you want your living room to turn up in a future Kay Jaybee number!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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