With only four days to go until the release of my latest novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (and following on from last week’s blog, which gave you a glimpse at the inspiration behind this novel), I thought I’d tempt your literary tastebuds with a couple of extracts from its pages.
This first teasing titbit comes from Chapter 1 – It Begins– My leading lady Jenny, who has been living a self-inflicted celibate life for some years, doesn’t know what’s hit her when her friendly courier, John, stays for rather more than his usual mug of tea…
Tuesday – It Begins
What the hell am I doing? I’m a good girl; I just don’t do things like this.
A tiny fraction of Jenny’s conscience screamed at her. The remainder of her brain sent her hands on a thorough exploration of the densely haired chest that had unexpectedly appeared from beneath her companion’s polo-shirt. The fact that Jenny had never liked men with hairy chests seemed irrelevant.
Standing in front of her, diving a hand under Jenny’s top, John squeezed her left nipple hard, wonderfully hard, making her squeal with pain-tingling gratification. Removing her shirt at top speed, John freed her breasts from their confinement.
Moving as if on auto-pilot, Jenny’s fingers visited his trousers’ waistband, but in her haste she couldn’t get his belt undone. Rescuing her from her embarrassment with a smile, John mumbled something about it always being difficult to open and undid it himself. Jenny barely heard him as a neat pair of gray boxers appeared, swiftly followed by—Oh My God—the most beautiful dick she had seen in years, perhaps ever.
As she knelt before him, the voice in Jenny’s head continued its rant, reminding her that she hated giving blowjobs. Since her first experience as a college student, she had neither liked the taste of cock, nor the sensation of being gagged. Now however, working on instincts she never knew she had, Jenny took John deep within her throat. She felt his fingers drag urgently through her knotty, brown hair, raking her scalp as she greedily worked him around her mouth.
“Hell girl, have you any idea how often I’ve dreamt of you doing this?” John confessed. “Night after night I wank about you, about you holding me in your throat like this.”
Jenny was consumed with a perverse pride as she listened to John’s words—making her wonder if she should admit to the stolen moments she’d spent alone with a silver vibrator and her own filthy imaginings. Imaginings contrary to her normal fantasies; fantasies that often featured him…
If you enjoyed that, then perhaps you’d like to hear me read a further sample from my work to you? Just click this link to You Tube, and you’ll be able to see a video of me presenting a tiny snippet from Chapter 8- Ripped Off– Enjoy…(Oh, I do apologise for the mad hair under that hat!!)
If you think that extract was kinky- then I can honestly say -you ain’t seen nothing yet!!
Jeremy Edwards, The Pleasure Dial – The year is 1934, and amiable New York gag writer Artie Plask has taken the West Coast plunge. His first day on staff with a top radio show introduces him to the irresistible Mariel Fenton, a wit among wits who immediately takes an interest in all aspects of Artie’s life—especially his private life. As Artie finds his feet in a world of blustering comedians, pansexual sex goddesses, timid screen legends, exhibitionistic scriptwriters, and self-infatuated geniuses, Mariel leads him on a zany journey up and down the pleasure dial—a giddy romp through Hollywood that’s chock-full of airwaves showdowns, writing-room counterplots, devious impersonations, naked meetings, and a sensuality-drenched assortment of erotic escapades.
Gregory Allen, Bottoms in Love – Carter and Lindsey, a married couple, are both submissive lovers. On the rare occasions they get to indulge in power exchange, the one forced to rule and the one who gets to obey is determined by the flip of a coin.
Simon Jacobs and Amanda Wood, Five Days – Sam runs into his long-time crush, Alicia, whom he hasn’t seen for years. Sam reveals that he only has five days left to live and the pair embarks on a blazingly erotic, cross-country journey through their collective past, trying to make up for all the time they have missed. Heart-wrenching, sexy, and romantic, Five Days will capture your soul.
Before I leave you in peace to rush off and order lots of copies of Not Her Type to load up onto your loved ones Kindle’s and computers in time for Christmas (she says hopefully!!), I’d like to thank Jordan and Sam of Oysters and Chocolate for taking up my story. Particularly for all their patience during the editing process; while we jumped the many hurdles that exist between UK and US grammar and spelling!
It only remains for me to give out one final thank you – a special one – to all my couriers! Not only for their never ending smiles, and their professionalism in delivering a never ending stream of parcels to my home and various offices over the years- but for their constant stream of inspiration- bless you boys, I couldn’t have created this novella without you! I am sending you a great big Christmas Kiss!!