Time Tracking with Samantha Winston

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March 15  |  eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to be joined by Samantha Winston. She is with me today to share a little from her latest erotic adventure Time Tracking.

Over to you Samantha…

Hi Kay, and thank you for having me as a guest blogger! I’m really pleased to be here today to talk about my favourite thing : (well, favourite thing besides chocolate!) time-travel!

What would happen if a man from the past were brought to life in the present – a man frozen for centuries..? That’s what happens when Kell’s body is found in the Arctic, sold to the US Army, and reanimated in an ultra-secret base in Alaska (that everyone knows about).  In order to communicate, the army hires Allie, an expert in ancient languages. But the scientists don’t want Kell as an anthropological case – they want to study his brain and body for cryogenics. Not good news for Kell, who is basically a prisoner about to be executed. Allie decides to save him, and they set out in the Arctic with nothing but some high-tech snowsuits (thank you, US Army corps) and Kell’s knowledge of survival in the wilderness.

In the second part of the book, Bruce Steele, a tracker, wakes up in the far future. He’s been reanimated on a space station, somewhere in the Hera Galaxy. He’s alone – except for a very sexy, extremely pedantic android who is supposed to teach him all about modern society – except how can he concentrate with a raging hard-on? Apparently, when you’ve been frozen and thawed out – your extremities tingle…the scientists will be fascinated with that bit of info. Until then, Steele, a game tracker,  has to find a niche in an ultra-sophisticated technological world!

Time travel has always been my favourite subject – The Road to Alexander, published by Accent Press, is about a woman sent back to ancient Greece to interview Alexander the Great. So when I read about a man found in a glacier, and nearly intact, my mind started buzzing. Wouldn’t it be incredible to have him wake up and tell us about his life in the past? But how could he communicate? And from there, I imagined the story of Kell and Allie. But because I grew fond of the man tracking them, Bruce Steele, I made a story just for him, where he’s flung into the future and has to face the same sort of culture-shock Kell, the man from the Iron Age, did.

            Kell sat still, his eyes taking in her every move. As before, some things seemed familiar, while others made no sense. The brazier had a collapsible tube that fit into a hole in the tent. That made sense since smoke was a problem for tents. This brazier was made of white metal and stood on three sturdy legs. All that he had seen before. But this brazier had another, smaller tube that ran from the brazier to a small blue jug. The jug had a handle that turned, and a blue flame sprang from the top of the brazier so suddenly that Kell flinched.
            Allie turned and patted his arm. “I’m sorry. All this must seem so strange to you.”
            He closed his eyes. Strange was not the word. Everything he had known had become twisted and bizarre. Familiar things had mutated into frightening machines. Even horses had turned into rumbling machines that belched stinking fog and had one bright eye. No, that was untrue. He knew what was machine and what was alive. His world had its share of machines, but none that ran by themselves. A shiver ran over his body. Blindly, he put out his hand toward the warmth of the brazier. Fire still gave warmth.
            His hand brushed against soft skin and he froze. Eyes still closed, he ran his fingertips over Allie’s brow, over her cheeks and across her jaw. He drew a line with his fingers, following her neck to where her pulse beat strongly. She caught his hand in hers, holding it tightly. Pulling her to him, he pressed his lips to the soft skin on her temple. Her curly hair tickled his face, but he didn’t open his eyes.
            The feel of a woman…that hadn’t changed. The scent and taste of women hadn’t changed. A deep sigh escaped him as warmth crept into his bones. Soft and sweet, and strong and brave. “Allie,” he whispered. The tent leaned, buffeted by the wind, but the brazier warmed the air, and he opened his eyes to stare at the woman who had saved him from the prison.
            “What is it?” Her big brown eyes were questioning. Her lashes cast jagged shadows on her cheeks.
            “Thank you.” He slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him.
A little hesitantly, she put her arms around his shoulders. “You’ve got such broad shoulders,” she said, a catch in her voice.
            He tugged at her chemise and lifted it over her head, then stopped, perplexed. He had seen brassieres like hers in Rome, but they’d been made of knitted wool. This one was made of silk that stretched like a supple skin. She took it off, a smile curving her lips. Then she stood and slipped off her pants.
            In the pale, blue light of the brazier, her skin took on the glow of polished marble. “You look like the statue of a nymph.” He got to his knees and cupped her buttocks in his hands. Holding her tightly, he pressed his face to her sex, letting the smell and feel of her soothe his shattered nerves.


Samantha Winston is the pen name for author Jennifer Macaire. Sam writes stories to warm your heart and…no, not really – she writes steamy hot sex that will make your heart pound and sweat pour down your chest – whatever you do, don’t read them at work! You’ve been warned – find a comfy chair, keep a cold drink handy, and warn your significant other that he’s about to be ravished. Those are the kind of books Samantha writes!

Visit Sam’s website, and pre-order now Time Tracker 
Coming April 11, 2017!

Many thanks Samantha! Good luck with your new book. Happy reading, 

Kay. xxx 

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Nothing New Under the Italian Sun… The Erotic Etchings of Pompeii

August 10  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

With all the recent hype, you’d be forgiven for thinking that erotica was a new idea. Of course, this is far from the case. (One of these days I shall get around to putting together a blog series all about erotica’s long and fascinating history- but don’t hold your breath as I have a few novels to sort first!!).

To underline the ancient roots of erotic attraction, beyond the obviously physical, to the visual and voyeuristically suggestive, a wander around the breathtakingly stunning city of Pompeii in Southern Italy, is all you need to take.

Pomp buildings


Last week my family and I took a holiday in the Sorrento area of Italy. I was so excited!! Not simply because I had never been to Italy before, but because ever since I was a small child, fascinated with history of all sorts, I have wanted to see for myself the remains of Pompeii.

Pompeii was first rediscovered by archaeologists in 1592, hundreds of years after it was buried under the ash, mud and gravel swept along in the wake of the explosion of the volcanic Vesuvius in 79AD. The site was merely documented in 1592, but was then re-examined in 1748, 1860 and 1924, before full scale excavation work began in  1961. The sheer scale of the city’s remains is staggering. Villas, temples, mosaics, bath houses, pavements, theatres, drainage systems, and even the rut marks left by the constant traffic of carts, are there in the streets. All you have to do is block out the tourists, and you could actually be there- or indeed, then.

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Shop walls

With the spectre of Vesuvius forever in the background scenery, Pompeii really is a place locked in a time capsule, complete with the sobering, and rather moving, human remains that dot the area. Preserved by plaster, the sheer speed of the volcano’s consumption of the city is at its most marked by the capture of the humans it mowed to the ground, suffocating them with terrifying speed.


Preserved body



It isn’t just the presence of the people that shows just how fast and all engulfing the volcano overtook the region, but the almost pristine contention of the wall paintings and fresco’s which adorn so many of the richer establishments. I could wax lyrical for some time about the shades of red, the pale blues, and luxury of the houses, and so forth- but this is an erotica site- so let’s skip that, and I’ll take you straight to the brothel- or the Lupanar, as the ancient Romans called it.

Far from being places that were frowned upon and reviled, the brothel was simply another establishment within the Roman city. (One wonders if we could learn something from their enlightened attitude- but that’s an issue for another day…)

It won’t surprise you to know that, the brothel was the most popular location to be visited by the tourists who stream through the city every day.

Stone Brothel Bed

Stone Brothel Bed

A very small building, comprising of a series of small stone rooms, with stone beds, in which the returning soldier, the local men, and indeed women (as I say, they were enlightened- and as long as they were more quietly enlightened when it came to FF or MM action, then it was all for sale), could receive the services of those women employed as prostitutes, it was decorated with paintings which can only be described as adverts for the services available…

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I’d like to be able to say that these women were plying such a trade by choice, and perhaps some were, but generally speaking, the whores for sale were slave girls bought for the purpose by rich merchants and nobles who had particular tastes- the main of which being to make money- so maybe not so enlightened after all then… but not unfamiliar either!! (There really is nothing new under the sun)

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The extent of erotic decoration does not stop there- the beautiful Villa of Mysteries on the furthest edge of the city, one of the best preserved building due to its closer proximity to the volcano, is adorned with gorgeous and undeniably suggestive images…

Sadly, one of the places I wished to see, the Suburban Bath House, was closed for archaeological inspection, but thanks to the wonder of Google Images, I can show you a few of the images available for the bathers to gaze upon- some have suggested that each of these actions may have been an advert as to what you could ‘do’ in the bath house- others believe the pictures are merely a joke, others say they are merely erotic works of art for the male bathers to look upon, just as we would flick through a top shelf mag, or scan the Internet for porn…either way, they are incredible works of art…

Suburban baths 1

Suburban Bath Wall Painting

Pompeii was so amazing, we actually went back twice. No one could ever see everything worth seeing within a day- by advice to you if you are ever lucky enough to go-

Don’t do a guided tour- you’ll be bored stiff and see very little

Take water- but don’t worry about taking loads, water is free from taps all over the site

Make a hit list of the places you want to see, and work from one to the other – slowly- it is very very hot and open there

And last- go soon- Vesuvius is a live volcano- Pompeii will not be there forever…

I hope you’ve enjoyed my quick Pompeii blog- I’m off now to sketch out the ideas I’ve had for an erotic novel based on this amazing city…watch this space..

Kay x

Pomp- bakery


Pomp- theatre

Public Theatre

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