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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).

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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!!

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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…

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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.

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Do not miss Rose’s brilliant series of interviews with the authors involved in this brilliant anthology- including mine- which can be found here- http://rosecarawaythesexylibrarian.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/inside-erotica-authors-studio-with-kay.html?zx=5e20a67d400133d2

 

Happy reading everyone,

Kay

 

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Two Years On- Peeping at The Voyeur

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October 1  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Unbelievably it is two years since my dark physiological erotic threesome romance, The Voyeur, was published by Xcite!

Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy -Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…

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The idea for The Voyeur saw its first glimmer of light back in 2007, when I wrote a two part story called Fantasy 13, for the excellent , now sadly extinct, erotica web site Oysters and Chocolate. These full-on BDSM parallel adventures, both set in the ‘Discreet’ S&M club, were subtitled Clara’s Story and Anna’s Story- and now form the backbone of Chapters One and Two of The Voyeur.

As anyone who has read my work will know, I love writing BDSM stories, and for some time prior to penning the mini- series Fantasy 13, I’d toyed with the idea of setting a piece within a specialist club, which I’d decided to paradoxically entitle, Discreet! The only thing holding me back was that I was at a loss for an original story angle.

About the same time, I was sat in a cafe (as ever!), covertly people watching. A woman about my age was frantically scribbling down a list. I assumed it was a shopping list; but then I began to wonder- what if it wasn’t? What if it was something more interesting? Maybe it was a list of all the things she wished her husband, lover or girlfriend would do to, or with, her?

There was no stopping my imagination once I’d had that thought. Within the hour I had created Mark, a business man who kept a secret notebook in which to compile all his darkest desires. He doesn’t necessarily want to take part in any of these fantasies- he just wants to see them take place in front of him. The ultimate voyeur!

So, you could say that The Voyeur was originally a mixture of ideas gleaned from my long standing desire to write a story set in a sex club, and observing a woman jot down a shopping list in a cafe!!

Of course, once Mark existed in my imagination, I needed to create some willing assistants to make his dreams come true- and so PA Anya (originally Anna), and Housekeeper Clara, were born! Two professional, intelligent women, who think they know exactly what they are letting themselves in for- but do they?

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The original Fantasy 13 for Oysters and Chocolate told the stories of Clara and Anna as they experienced their employer’s two-pronged final erotic dream. In The Voyeur however, this original ultimate fantasy, becomes the twelfth item on Mark’s list. He has something far more challenging for his employees to endure for fantasy 13- and a dark motive behind his reason for it…

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Here’s an excerpt from the very beginning of The Voyeur to whet your appetite…

His evening meal complete, Mark sat back, contentedly sipping his cup of strong black coffee. Pulling a small, battered notebook from his pocket, he read thoughtfully for a moment. His self-restraint, although immense, was beginning to run out. It was time for them to progress to the end of the list. Pressing the intercom button, Mark summoned his personal assistant, Anya, and his housekeeper, Clara, to the dining room.

The women arrived swiftly, both aware of the importance of not keeping Mark waiting. Standing on the opposite side of the highly polished dining room table, his employees braced themselves for the coming instructions.

‘I have decided that we will take a trip to Discreet this evening. We will turn our attention to the next fantasy on my list. Fantasy 12.’ Mark’s cool blue eyes deliberately weighed up the reaction of his staff as he delivered his news.

Discreet was the reason that Mark spent such a large proportion of his time in his London flat, rather than in his mini-mansion in Oxfordshire, where his software business was based. It was only at Discreet, the most exclusive of the city’s BDSM clubs, that his increasingly imaginative fantasies could be publically appreciated; most of which involved the observation of other people’s erotic aspirations. Mark Parker was the ultimate voyeur.

Trying hard not to exchange glances with her colleague, Anya could sense the stiffening of Clara’s body as they listened to their boss. She knew that Clara’s mind, like her own, would already be racing; madly trying to guess what Mark’s latest erotic scenario would involve. Having survived fantasies one to eleven, they already understood the nature of the challenges they were likely to experience during the evening that loomed ominously ahead.

‘Anya, you will be less delighted than Clara, perhaps, when I tell you that this trip is intended as a lesson for you; possibly a punishment.’

Forgetting herself for a second, the PA lifted her head and stared Mark squarely in the face.

His lips smiled; his eyes, however, did not. ‘You wonder why? Why, when you are forever questioning my instructions?’

‘But Mark, I …’ Anya stopped talking, aware that by asking why she was simply proving his point. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her white shirt, as her employer continued to stare at her.

‘Oh my dear Anya, you may never question me out loud.’ Mark’s voice was velvety soft, yet the potential danger of disagreeing with him shone in his eyes. ‘But I know that you constantly query my actions by your reaction to them. Subconscious or not, it has to stop.’

Anya couldn’t believe it; she had always been so dutiful. The perfect assistant. The willing slave. How could Mark know she privately questioned her existence; her choice at being here with him and Clara, living this less than “ordinary” existence?

Clara was hovering uncomfortably next to Anya as Mark came closer. ‘Tonight,’ he said, pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of the room, ‘you will both face a combination of experiences that together make up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task from our list, girls?’

They didn’t answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten his questions were rhetorical.

Mark twisted the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to write “Fantasy 1”, “Fantasy 2” and so on, all the way down – the numbers following the length of their spines, finishing with the words “Fantasy 13”. The first 11 rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.

‘Only two more tasks to go.’

This time the girls risked a fleeting glance at each other, exchanging a look of mutual blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have been hypocritical to deny.

Mark, during his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes, accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was allowed to read.

Anya and Clara knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be both more difficult and different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it. They also longed for it. Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded he pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs closer and closer to his own. Making them as keen as he was to see how far they could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied Mark on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.

A cold, clammy sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as Mark danced a finger across her skin. ‘You will both go to your room and change into the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call you.’ Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small, twin-bedded room without a sound.

As she considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the last six months, Anya privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for she knew that Fantasy 12 might not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that just because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead would involve anything worse than she’d survived before. She could handle this. They both could – no problem.

Then Anya saw her outfit.

Her bed supported nothing but a leather dog collar…

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If you fancy finding out how Anya and Clara came to work for Mark, how they cope with his delicious brand of torture via erotica, and a huge number of other body wracking challenges before the reasons for his sometimes cruel, sometimes caring, behaviour are discovered, you can buy The Voyeur from Amazon UK, Amazon.com and all other good book and e-retailers.

Happy Reading everyone,

Kay xx

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Making Him Wait- A Teasing Taster…

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September 27  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s been a little while since I shared a little teaser from my own work on this blog- so today I thought I’d treat you to a little bit of erotic art action…

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Published by Sweetmeats Press, I am very proud to have kicked off their range of un-illustrated novels, to be aimed at a world-wide, rather than a Western audience alone!

It is ironic then perhaps that Making Him Wait is all about an artist who specialises in erotic and sensual creations.

Let me give you a little hint as to what it’s all about…

The artist in question is one Maddie Templeton- and she is a game player- a complete control freak- or more accurately – a self-control freak.

When, after years of painting commissions, Maddie gets the chance to have her first ever art exhibition at the newly refurnish Stripped Banana Gallery, she jumps at the chance. But the time she is given to create twelve brand new works of art is short, and only by enlisting the help of her favourite client, Sara (as featured on the cover of the book), and her partner Jake, life model Freya, and by suffering a visit from Tania, her self-centred vamp of an ex-girlfriend, does Maddie have any chance at all of getting her pieces completed on time.

Meanwhile, Maddie’s recent meeting with local electrician, Theo Hunter, adds an extra degree of interest to her life. Theo, she decides, would be the perfect man to have a little fun with- but not until after the exhibition is complete. Until that time, he is simply going to have to wait…

High kink all the way, Making Him Wait is a lust fuelled erotic romance that has fun with text sex, straight sex, girl/girl sex…you get the idea!! There is lots of sex…and a trolley… I am saying no more!!!

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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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I hope that little teaser to the plot line has whetted your appetite!

Oh- before I go- I will give you one excellent piece of advice- if you ever meet anyone like Maddie, you should make absolutely sure that you listen very carefully to every word that person says; otherwise you might find that what you think they are offering you, is very different from what they are offering you..

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If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available from Amazon, Amazon.com, Sweetmeats Press, The Book Depository, WHSmiths, and other good book and e-retailers.

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

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Nicole Gestalt – An Editor’s Perspective

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September 26  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today it is my pleasure to welcome Nicola Gestalt, talking a little about her experience editing the House of Erotica anthology, Valves and Vixens. Over to you Nicola…

Valves & Vixens:  An Editor’s Perspective

This is an anthology I’ve wanted to do for a while so I was very happy when House of Erotica gave me the go ahead and opportunity to run with it. Having settled on the name and then seeing the cover design I knew we were on to something. The cover is just simply gorgeous what do you think?

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With all that put into place I organised the deadline and then released it into the world. Soon stories were flooding in and I was happily surprised about the number of submissions I received. Even happier with the number of really good submissions I received. We had so many in fact that House of Erotica agreed to let me put together a second volume even before the deadline of the first.

Reading through the submissions at time felt like an uphill struggle due to the number of them that were coming in but I was so glad of that! I had a great spread as well and was happy to see that they weren’t all set in Victorian England as so many Steampunk stories tend to be. Instead we had stories from feudal Japan all the way to New Orleans with a few surprising stops in-between.

When I read stories I put them into three different piles. The Yes Pile is the stories I have read and know I just have to accept. The No Pile is where stories that don’t fit the submission guidelines end up sometimes it’s because they are too short, too long or simply don’t fit at all. The Maybe Pile is the one that is most populated as that has the stories I like but can’t quite see how they all fit together as an anthology yet. Once the deadline is over and I’ve read all the stories I will revisit the Maybe Pile and work out which ones fit the ones I have already accepted, trying to cut down on stories that are too similar to ones I have already accepted. This is what takes the most time but eventually I ended up with the stories I felt worked well together and covered the spread of pairings and heat levels.

The stories are then jiggled around to find the best way of putting them together and of course edited.

Once the foreword was written by the simply amazing Professor Elemental we put the whole book together and turned it into Valves & Vixens!

And being a glutton for punishment I’m doing it all over again for Valves & Vixens Volume 2 and Cosmic Encounters (for those science fiction fans out there).

You can buy Valves & Vixens in both ebook and print here:

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00LAD2QKS
Amazon USA: http://amzn.com/B00LAD2QKS
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-valvesvixens-1556820-362.html

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Many thanks to Nicola for dropping by today,

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

 

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