Musing It

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

Yesterday a few of my Brit Babe friends where sharing these ‘muse’ secrets- today it’s my turn!


There are many things that influence me; overheard conversations, musical lyrics, friend’s fantasies; but at the very back of all that, my driving force if you like, is my muse- a muse who is most certainly female, and is driven by a basic curiosity- a curiosity that always wants to know what is going on behind closed doors.

Not that I’m an eye to the keyhole sort of person (like Maggie in my story Through the Crack; Quick Kink Two, it’s more that I can’t stop my imagination from filling in the blanks. Even when the blanks aren’t even really there to be filled!

If you’ve read my blog on the subject over on the Brit Babes site, you’ll know that I often refer to my muse as Miss Dubious Enterprises. Steering me along my erotic path, my muse takes me by the hand and points me in the direction of every possible source of inspiration.

She prods me as I sit on the bus, and gestures to the couple chatting on the seat opposite, urging me to observe their body language and reproduce their moves on paper at a later date. She reminds me to listen as I stand in shop queues, just in case someone says something I can use to kick start my imagination, once I’m happily settled with my notebook and pen.

Ever since I began my foray into the world of erotica ten years ago, I have seen and heard so many things- so many ordinary things- that my naughty little muse has twisted and turned, a flirty smile upon her face. Each word she utters has been moulded into stories and poems that are designed to – let’s be honest- make the reader feel rather more than hot and bothered!

I wrote A Delivery of Words for my anthology Quick Kink One, after my goddess had pointed out a rather attractive bloke unloading a pile of dictionaries from his lorry, outside the local bookshop. It wasn’t long before my imagination had moved both the man, along with one of the dictionaries, to my home, and started to play with them…


What could the top floor of a nearby hotel really contain? Is it full of nice normal bedrooms, in which tired out members of the business community can crash after a meeting? Or is it, as in my BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, a hotbed of private services and kinky sex?

When you see a sign on a lift saying ‘staff only’ where does that lift actually take you? When they announce over the loud speakers in the shop or club ‘Would a member of staff come to the storeroom,’ what happens when they get there? Are they sold to aliens for experimentation? Is there some erotically eccentric Sheik waiting to whisk them away to his harem?

That bring me to my highly kinky novella, Not Her Type- with this book my muse really took over- and joined forces with a few of the delivery men with whom I work in my ‘real’ life- and boy did they go to town on the inspiration…if you like your erotica hot, then I’m told this is the novella for you!

Young couple, isolated on grey background

The only trouble with Miss Dubious Enterprises, my ever present muse, is that she never leaves me- never. No situation is too mundane to be used within my work. As I buy shoes, she whispers to me that the heels could be used as a dildo, (Bad Behaviour in The Collector). As I walk in the park, she remarks on how much fun it might be to wank on a park bench (A Leading Conversation in Quick Kink One). She points out a passing bus driver, and tells me that I could write off all his clothes… (Check out my short story Mr Greenline, coming out very soon…)


Rest assured though, my muse knows the rules, and has never strayed to the criminal, vile or horrific. Yet she never calms, never slows, and never stops- and every now and again- without wanting to be ungrateful my dear muse, I’d like to switch you off!

But not today…

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Musing with the Brit Babes

October 14  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

I have always find the idea of where a writer’s ideas come from fascinating. Where the thoughts that drive our stories are generated…I’ve always believed in the theory of the muse. That there can be someone or something or somewhere that acts as a trigger to our creative processes. I have certainly got a muse (more about mine tomorrow)- but what do some of my Brit Babes friends think- do they have a muse to play with…

Lily Harlem? Do you have one?


Mmm…muse, where are you? Over here, over there…Nope, I can’t find it.

It’s not that I haven’t got a muse, it’s just that he or she or it is so much a part of myself that I don’t think it’s a separate entity or a “thing”. When asked by my lovely friend Kay Jaybee to describe my muse and its (I do think “it” is the best word here) characteristics I had to really think about the details.

For me my muse is the reel of film in my head that plays out like a movie when I wake up at four in the morning. It’s Technicolour, it’s exciting, dramatic and leaves no detail of my WIP un-described. It taunts me with beautiful lines, snippets of dialogue and perfect adjectives that I really want to remember in the morning and I’m sure I will (but often don’t). It has me tossing and turning, wondering if I should get up and write but then my common sense tells me I’ll be too tired to do anything the next day if I do.

Lily's Muse

Another time I feel my muse is there is when the house is absolutely still and quiet and I’m sitting in my study at the top of the house. The window has beautiful views across fields and to the hills in the distance – Brecon Beacons – and as I stare out, taking a pause from a scene, I really feel that something is surrounding me, lifting me out of that pretty pink office and taking me to wherever the scene I’m writing is set. Whether it’s Bangkok or Orlando or the Canadian Rockies I’m there and something is with me helping me fade out of reality and into my imagination. Is that my muse? Taking me, transporting me, accompanying me? I guess it is.

My muse, therefore, doesn’t have a name or a personality or fluctuations in temperament, it’s pretty damn consistent and demanding and, of course, wonderfully helpful. The nighttime thing can be a bit of a pain but I’m used to it now and sometimes I even rouse and think “oh good, I can work through that scene now”. But I hope that inspiration, the kink in my imagination and my ability to “see” my stories stays with me, and if that’s my muse, then long may it last because I’m hugely grateful.


So Victoria Blisse, where does your muse lurk?


My muse loves public transport. I get lots of my best ideas sat on buses or trains. I can’t read or write there because I get travel sick so I just have to let my mind wander and when it goes for a wander my muse starts telling it stories –it’s great.

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I’ve always been told I’m a daydreamer, little did I know when I was a kid that my imaginings were getting me ready to one day be an author. The muse was already whispering to me, even before I was old enough to write, I was getting the ideas, the inspirations.

Talking of dreaming, my muse is often active at night too. I will dream a dream and it will stick with me the next day and then it will expand into a story. Making it Real started as a dream of just one scene (my favourite one, with the snowy kiss) and expanded into a whole novel!

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And how about you Lucy Felthouse? I’m guessing it’ll be film stars that set your mind a racing…but which ones?


My muses tend to vary from piece to piece—and sometimes I don’t have a particular muse in mind at all. But for full-length novels, they’re pretty much a necessity—it’s much easier for me to write about characters if I can visualise them. And that’s exactly what I did with Pack of Lies, my just-released paranormal erotic romance novel. In my mind, Hugh Jackman plays one of the werewolf brothers, Matthew. Taylor Kitsch plays Isaac, the other brother. And Daniel Feurriegel plays Nathaniel, Isaac’s love interest. I didn’t “cast” Matthew’s love interest as she’s female, and for some reason I often don’t cast my female characters. The bizarre mind of a writer!


I created a Pinterest board for inspiration on setting, characters and more – check it out here:


Finally, let’s hand over to Kd Grace

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A lot of my writing friends have sexy muses, muses that look like Aiden Turner of James Mcavoy. I’m not that lucky. My muse is, beyond the shadow of a doubt, female. I don’t know what she looks like because she’s always just out of my line of sight, constantly goading me on with a stick – not a sharp stick, a stick that doesn’t so much penetrate as bruises and hurt like hell if I don’t toe the line.


Mind you, she doesn’t always use the stick. The stick’s just to get my attention and get me going. She knows I’m neurotic enough that once I’m inspired with an idea, I’m a pit bull. But she doesn’t like me thinking too much about anything else once I’m off and writing. She wants me focused to the point of obsession, and an occasional poke with the stick is just a good reminder, especially if it’s followed by just the taste of inspiration. She knows how far I’ll go for a little inspiration, and she knows exactly what it takes to get me there. It’s sort of a Pavlovian response, I suppose, she pokes and I write.


I have no fantasies about her, as I might distractedly have if she looked like Aden Turner or James Mcavoy. I reckon she might look a bit like Medusa, in that if I ever saw her face, she’d have to kill me. But really, I don’t want to see. Not that I’m scared…Well of course I’m scared. But not scared that I might see her face. What I’m really scared of, what makes me break out in a cold sweat and have nightmares is what I would do if she ever left me. And when that happens, when I have that horrible gnawing in the pit of my stomach, that fear of sitting down to the laptop and having nothing come, it’s amazing just how good a bruising hard poke with her stick. It’s truly balm for the creative soul.

Yup! Nice would never be a word I’d use to describe my Muse. In fact I’m sure I’d get a good hard poke if I did. But my Muse knows me. My Muse knows me better than I know myself, and she knows how to access that in me that I fear, that in my that I don’t trust, that in me that I pretend does not exist. She knows how to open up the dark corners and make me see the treasure in the dust motes and the rust. I reckon that’s worth a poke or two with a stick.


Many thanks to my Brit Babes friends for sharing their muse thoughts with us today- come back tomorrow, for a little look at mine.

Happy reading,

Kay xx


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The Retreat- A Sequel with a Fairytale Twist

October 12  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

The sequel to my bestselling novel, The Perfect Submissive, is called The Retreat, and is the middle novel in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

Continuing the story of Miss Jess Sanders journey through the world of the professional submissive, The Retreat takes her away from the life she has only just been getting used to…

The Retreat- New rope


Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…



When I came to write The Retreat I was determined to keep the elements of The Perfect Submissive that had been the most popular, but also to make Jess’s second adventure very different from the first.

So, alongside the tough exercise routine that the dominatrix Miss Sarah inflicted on Jess in book one (I would have been severely told off by many readers if I’d left those out!), we meet a young lady called Alisha, who would love to be just like Jess; there are fairytales- but only sort of…and there is a mystery- in a way…and a little romance- but only just…

Many elements make up the whole novel based at David Proctor’s unusual business premises-The Retreat- but one key factor runs throughout- this is a story of submission and domination…and the story isn’t over yet! Part 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Knowing Her Place, follows hot on its heels!

Knowing Her Place-New rope

Here’s a tasty taster from the beginning of The Retreat to whet your appetite…


‘Please Sir, please! I won’t let you down.’

David Proctor smiled down at the girl on her knees before him. The top of her head, haphazardly piled high with blonde curls, was all he could see on her pleading face.

‘I can learn. I can.’ The cooks voice caught in her throat, ‘I will learn to be whoever you want me to be.’

The warm softness of her Scottish accent added a dimension to his arousal that David hadn’t expected. He’d never a met a girl so keen to be subservient to him before. To be his personal submissive.

With his ego growing almost as much as his cock, as it pushed against the inside of his suit trousers, David crouched down beside the girl. Her bare buttocks bore the pleasing marks of his palm. The fading prints were pink now, but they’d blazed red only moments ago, as he’d held her across his lap, spanking her backside again and again in punishment for her repeated disobedience.

Her breasts, the perfect handful, were dotted with freckles, and as his mind considered all the things a willing slave could do for him, and he could do to her, he lifted her lowered head by the chin.

‘But you refuse to climax when I tell you to.’ David’s voice wasn’t angry, but it was hard. He was, and would always be the unyielding business man. If there was nothing in any arrangement for him, it wouldn’t happen.

‘I want to though Sir. I really want to, I just…I wait so long for permission, and then, I just can’t. I am so sorry, I…’

‘SShhhh.’ David stroked his hand through the wisps of her hair that had escaped her hooked up ponytail. She intrigued him.

The Retreat did need a new submissive, and quickly if his business plans were to expand in the direction he intended them to. The man Fairtasia was sending to represent them was due any day now, and not long after that their delegates would arrive.

‘Please Sir?’ Her blue eyes seemed impossibly wide as stayed still, her bare legs against the cold stone kitchen floor proving how good her stamina was, ‘Lady Tia could teach me.’

‘Training.’ David spoke the word slowly as if to himself, mulling each letter over in thought, but the young cook leapt upon the word.

‘Yes Sir! Dr Ewen says Lady Tia is the best dominatrix in her field.’

‘Umm. She is indeed, but…’ The Retreats new owner reached his uncallused hands to her tits, and felt a surge of satisfaction as the nipples pressed back persuasively against his skin, ‘I’m not sure Lady Tia’s field of expertise will be sufficient in this case. Spankings and beatings you can obviously already take.’

The girl lowered her face again. There was no doubt she was submissive material- and yet not quite. Her deference to him however, and his urgent need for a female submissive on his staff made David’s mind up for him.

‘I think it’s time I contacted a friend in England. I’m sure she’ll send us the help we need.’ Manipulating the cooks chest with greater pressure, enjoying pushing a gasp of pain tinged pleasure come from her lips, David’s round face gave a calculating smile.

His eyes had fallen upon the range in the centre of The Retreat’s kitchen, and then the table next to it. A huge old fashioned pottery jar of ginger powder, and another of brown sugar, sat awaiting the cooks’ attention. He’d been wondering how to impress the potential clients from Fairtasia. Whatever he did in order to win their contract, the performance the staff at The Retreat provided would have to be unforgettable. Now he knew just how that show was going to go.


The cook jerked her head up hopefully.

‘You may train to be The Retreats submissive. Lady Tia can begin your lessons as you suggest.’ He unzipped the fly of his trousers, and freed his dick. He has to suppress a laugh as the girl eyes it hungrily. ‘You may call me David, I don’t like Sir, never have. Now suck me off.’

‘Yes David.’

‘Good girl.’ David pulled his mobile from his pocket as the cook’s velvet mouth engulfed him. There was a pause as he waited for the phone to connect, when the only sound in the granite built room was the working of Alisha’s lip and tongue.

‘Ah, the Fables Hotel? Good, Mrs Peters office please. Not there? Please tell her that Mr Proctor has a proposition for her; and that time is of the essence.’

Hanging up, David gripped his fingers deep into the cook’s increasingly tangled hair. Pushing his groin forward, admiring the way Alisha adjusted her position so that she didn’t gag, but took him deeper. ‘Tell me Alisha, what do you know about fairy tales…?’


If you’d like to read The Retreat, you can find it in paperback or e-format at all good retailers, including-

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Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Ten Years of Luck

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October 7  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

As you’ll know if you follow my blog, last month I celebrated my tenth anniversary.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself. There are genuinely days when I can’t believe that I have this amazing life. Somehow I have gone from being an archaeologist, to medieval historian, to an erotica writer, and I’m still not sure how it happened! One minute I was writing about crime rates in thirteenth century Leicestershire, the next I was describing how a dominant woman was getting her rocks off over a man tied to an armchair!

If you read this blog, or my Tweets and Facebook posts, you will notice a certain over-use of words such as ‘wonderful’, ‘amazing’ , ‘fantastic’ and ’lovely’. This is not due to a lack in my vocabulary, but because life is good, and those words say it all.

Every piece of erotica I have written so far has been penned within an ever growing pile of notebooks with my faithful black biro, while sat in the far corner of my favourite coffee shop, in the heart of SW England.

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I’ve tried to drag myself into the twenty first century, and write directly into my laptop, but the best I can do is to type up the initial draft (a process which often involves much tutting as I fail to decipher my spider like handwriting). This is the time I do most of my editing, as I transfer my words of imaginative (hopefully) smut (definitely).

ETO- 10 yrs of KJBa

To round off my anniversary celebrations, the wonderful (see, told you I used that word a lot) ETO magazine has published an article about all the changes I’ve seen in the world of writing erotica since I began back in 2004! An amazing amount of luck has helped me along my way- check out the article, and you’ll see what I mean!!

ETO 10yrs KJBb

It’s been quite a week for me press wise- not only was I lucky enough to be in the ETO magazine, but my contemporary romantic fiction alter-ego Jenny Kane has been out and about in the Western Morning News, celebrating the launch of my novel, Another Cup of Coffee into the countries bookshops! Now that wasn’t something I wasn’t doing ten years ago!!!

I’ve been rambling on for long enough about this anniversary of mine, so I’ll leave you now. It really has all been rather incredible!!

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

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Boy it’s HOT!- The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica

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October 4  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I was honoured earlier this year, when Rose Caraway asked me to write a short story for Cleis Press’s latest anthology, The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica.

As a former library assistant, I am here to tell you…some of the things they say about librarians are true…

The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica

Why is this library different than any other library? First of all, it has velvet chairs and fine-grained bookshelves. But what really makes this library stand out is its sexy and brilliant librarian, Rose Caraway, who is very caring about her patrons and will stop at nothing to service her readers.

In The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica, Caraway has gathered a wide range of stories to satisfy anyone’s lust, literary or otherwise, from today’s top eroticists. From Rachel Kramer Bussel’s spanking-fueled flight in “Book Swap,” Tamsin Flowers’ sexy superhero tale in “POW! It’s Shibari Girl!,” and KD Grace’s sweet supermarket rendezvous in “Cherries in Season,” the Sexy Librarian has got a special story for you.

Librarians are on the front lines of our freedom to read, to think and to look at anything and everything the printed word, the digital word and the Internet have to offer. They fight the good fight every day, to ensure that you can access whatever you wish, without judgment or censorship of any kind. Is it any surprise that Batgirl was a librarian by day? Barbara Gordon, head of the Gotham City Public Library and superheroine fighting crime by night. Librarians in the real world these days are as likely to have pink hair and tattoos as they are to fit the stereotype of sensible shoes and a cardigan.

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The best thing about being a librarian is that you don’t have to know everything, you just have to know where to find it. And for those who believe there’s no need for librarians in the age of Google, I give you this quote from Neil Gaiman: “Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.”

No wonder librarians are featured in the sexual fantasies of so many people. After all, the brain is the most important sex organ in the body. You don’t have to be a sapiosexual to recognize that, yes, intelligence is the sexiest attribute. Librarians, in my experience, are often both smart and sexy; they read widely and across many genres, from horror to science fiction to literary fiction and nonfiction. If it’s well written and thoughtful, a librarian is likely to enjoy it.

The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica is a superb dictionary of desires. You’ll be amazed at what Rose Caraway, The Sexy Librarian has in circulation, just for you.

You can find on The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica on Amazon, and from all good retailers.


Do not miss Rose’s brilliant series of interviews with the authors involved in this brilliant anthology- including mine- which can be found here-


Happy reading everyone,



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