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When Three Isn’t A Crowd: The Story of Jo

It’s with a big smile that I welcome Justine Elyot to my blog today as part of her blog tour. It’s been way too long since this mistress of the craft of the erotica had a new book out- I can’t wait to read it.

Hello, I’m Justine Elyot and I’m here to talk to you about my new BDSM menage romance, The Story of Jo.

Hands up if you like a menage! You don’t have to be in a poly relationship to enjoy reading and fantasising about multiple partners – otherwise menage romance would be a lot more niche than it is. It’s popular for a reason. Double the partners, double the fun. And, when it comes to creating drama in a plot, the menage has plenty to bring to the table.

That’s why I couldn’t quite believe I haven’t written a full-on menage novel before. What was I thinking?

The book builds slowly to the menage situation, since I always think this is a dynamic that needs a lot of tender loving care prior to introduction. Jo and Emmett, blissfully happy in their own relationship, invite Emmett’s friend and long-term boss/mentor, Charles Fox, to their housewarming party. Jo and Fox head out to buy an extra bottle of champagne…and things start to happen..

Back at the top of our street, Fox looked both ways before sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me tightly flush against him. The movement was sudden and violent and made me drop the paper bag with the champagne in it on the pavement – happily, it didn’t smash.

“What are you…?”

“Listen,” he said. “We need to talk, don’t we?”

“I can’t…”

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, Jo,” he said.

“Emmett…”

“You love Emmett. Emmett knows you love him. He also knows that I want you.”

“He knows that?”

“He knows it, and he encourages it.”

Encourages it?”

“He told you, didn’t he, about Suzette?”

“Yes.”

“Neither of us minds sharing.”

“This is mad. You think Emmett would be OK with me…and you…?”

“I don’t think it,” said Fox, bending his forehead to mine. “I know it. We’ve discussed it.”

“But not with me!”

“Until now.” Fox’s lips were almost on mine. I could just push mine that little bit further and… “Emmett was worried about scaring you off, if it wasn’t what you wanted. But you’ve given me just about every signal there is that you want me just as much as I want you, so I think perhaps the time has come to raise the subject.”

“Emmett’s just being fair-minded,” I whispered. “Because he had something of yours, he feels he has to repay the debt. You aren’t equal. He sees you as his mentor, his superior officer. He feels obligated to you.”

“That’s not how it is at all. This is how it is – Emmett loves you, you love him, I love him, he loves me, I want you, you want me. It’s not complicated. It’s very, very simple.”

“If it was that simple…”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t…know…”

But there was something I did know, and that was how easily Fox made every inhibition slip away, stripping me nude in some kind of dance of the seven emotional veils.

I was still claiming not to know when I opened myself up to his kiss, warming myself against him as if he were a fire, our feet moving aside to accommodate each other. He was unexpectedly well built underneath his shirt, a contrast to my rangy Emmett, and I took pleasure in the difference.

His lips were not the same either, and he had a different way of kissing, harder and less voluptuous, but with such strength behind it that surrender was the only option. I couldn’t have said which kiss I preferred.

Perhaps, after all, variety could be the spice of my life.

“You’re sure Emmett’s all right with this?” I said, gasping as he let me up for air.

“Emmett is the most admirable person I know,” said Fox. “He doesn’t allow room in his head for negative emotions. He doesn’t get jealous, he isn’t insecure, and when he loves somebody, he wants them to be happy. Do you know how incredibly rare that is?”

“Yes, and I know how lucky I am to have found him.”

“He knows you’ll never leave him, and he knows I’d never take you from him.”

“Like with Suzette?”

“Not quite. I never thought she’d be mine for keeps, but that didn’t bother me. This is different – a deeper bond. But look, I’m not going to ask you to decide now. Take as long as you need to think about it. If you decide it’s not for you, nobody will hold it against you. It’s completely up to you.”

He pecked me once more on the lips.

“Your decision,” he whispered, loosening his grip on me and bending to pick up the champagne. “Now, shall we get on?”

The walk back, short as it was, was severely impeded by my burning solar plexus and rubbery legs. How could I snap back into the Jo I had been ten minutes ago? Everything had changed. Nothing was the same.

The swagger of Fox’s stride, the roll of his shoulders a few inches above mine, the lingering sense of his beard on my skin all merged into a kind of hyperreality, making my surroundings vibrate around me.

Six weeks into marriage, and I was already unfaithful, adulterous.

But was I?

Walking back into the house, I was suddenly intensely conscious that my lipstick must have been kissed off, and I put my fingers to my lips in a textbook gesture of guilty concealment.

Emmett clocked it straightaway, his eyes holding mine as Fox dropped the bag on the table and said something about having to be careful opening it, as the bottle had been accidentally dropped.

“I’ll get the glasses from the kitchen,” said Emmett. “Jo…”

He didn’t come up with a pretext to get me in there with him, but I guess we all knew that none was needed.

Away from Fox’s eyes, Emmett pulled me quickly into his arms, putting his own finger to my ruined lips.

“Are you OK?” he whispered.

I couldn’t speak. I looked into his face, loving it more than I had ever done before.

“We need to talk,” I said.

He nodded. “Later, yes,” he said, then he kissed me fiercely. “I love you.”

I felt the brim of tears.

“I love you too,” I said. “So much.”

 Blurb:

 “I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.”

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.
With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.
Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.
She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.
With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

The Story of Jo is available in print and ebook formats:

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TSoJKindle

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-story-of-jo

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-story-of-jo/id1420094618?mt=11

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303

Author bio:

Justine Elyot is the author of best selling erotic novels On Demand and The Business of Pleasure, as well as enough short stories to fill several anthologies.

She can often be found moaning about stuff on Twitter as @JustineElyot

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GIVEAWAY!

Make sure to follow the whole tour—the more posts you visit throughout, the more chances you’ll get to enter the giveaway. The tour dates are here: http://writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/justine-elyot-3/

Enter for your chance to win a £20/$20 Amazon gift card and a paperback copy of The Story of Jo.

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Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

 

 

 

My First Time: Justine Elyot

Today I’m pleased to welcome one of the best erotica writers in the business to the ‘My First Time’ interview slot! Justine Elyot is responsible for the ground breakingly brilliant, The Business of Pleasure, and many other erotic tales. If you haven’t visited her erotic pages, I urge you to take a peep!

First Time

Over to you Justine…

Can you remember writing the first story you actually wanted to write, rather tohan those you were forced to write at school? What was it about?

I always enjoyed writing stories at school – there was no element of force about it. I didn’t learn the knack of planning them until about year 6, though, so they would start promisingly with tons of descriptive detail, then just end because the lesson had finished. The first non-school story I wrote was called Edward’s Gang and was about my Fisher-Price toy people and their adventures – I was about 9, I think, and I filled two spiral-bound notebooks.

What was your first official publication? Was that erotica?

The first work I was paid for was erotica, although I’d uploaded stories on to fan-fiction sites before that. It was two stories in a compilation – I’d better not name it, though, because they were supposed to be ‘true confessions’ by ‘ordinary readers’ wink wink.

I had no idea I’d be an erotica writer- it just came from nowhere! Was writing erotica something you intended to do, or was it a bit of a shock?

No, it wasn’t part of the plan at all. I got involved in fan-fiction as a hobby, and eventually had to write The Dreaded Sex Scene. Unexpectedly, I turned out to have a knack for it, which I decided to capitalise on.

What affect did that have on your life?

It had an effect on my savings, but not on my life really.

Does your first published story reflect your current writing style?

Yes, I think it does. My authorial voice hasn’t changed that much – it’s like a confidential monologue. I always try to speak directly to the reader, as if they are a good friend. Often, they are!

What are you working on at the moment?

I’m not doing so much of the erotica at the moment, but have recently written a few shorts for Mischief anthologies after a year’s hiatus. They should crop up sometime in the next few months, I hope.

This isn’t the first published story, for the secret squirrel reasons mentioned above, but it was the first published under the Justine sobriquet. Advanced Corsetry in the Black Lace Liaisons anthology.

Liasons

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Liaisons-Black-Lace-Various-ebook/dp/B0031RS4MK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1455999689&sr=8-1&keywords=liaisons+black+lace

My most recent is the Mischief novel, Fast and Loose – lots of fun, a bit thrillerish, very hot.

Fast and Loose - JE

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fast-Loose-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B00W0TVKB2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1455999785&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+fast+and+loose

Bio

Justine Elyot is the author of lots of erotic fiction.

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Many thanks Justine,

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x

Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 12: Justine Elyot

The days are just zipping away! We have reached  Day 12 of our dip into the archives of erotica, and I’m delighted to welcome one of the best in the business. It’s Justine Elyot!

Over to you Justine…

Hello, and thanks to Kay for giving us all the opportunity to wax nostalgic (sounds like a kinky bedroom practice, doesn’t it?). Summer holidays are still hanging on in there – just about – so I’ve decided to wax nostalgic about a little traveller’s tale of mine. Originally entitled Hungarian Rhapsody and written for Xcite’s Secret Library range, it’s since been repackaged as a Cariad Single Romance called Bewitched in Budapest. By any name, I loved writing this tale of a linguistically-challenged romance between a once-bitten-twice-shy Brit girl and her handsome Hungarian suitor.

Justine cover

Here’s how it opens:

“On my first night in Budapest, I woke up to find a strange man in my bed.

Now, while the decision to come here had been taken so rapidly that I hadn’t had time to do any research on the place and had little idea of what to expect, I was fairly sure this wasn’t normal. I’d had vague notions of goulash, gypsy violinists and splendid nineteenth century architecture. A strange man in my bed, not so much.

In the low dawn light filtering through the ill-fitting shutters, I turned my head fractionally – afraid of waking him – and tried to discern the contours of his head and upper body. Judging by the shape beneath the covers and the feet sticking out of the bottom, he was tall and well-built. His face in repose was peaceful and rather touching, but in a more animated state I could imagine it being proud and even fierce, or perhaps I was just projecting my own prejudices about men with large moustaches. Moustaches like that always seemed to come with a bayonet, in my mind. The full lips below the thicket blew out brief whistles of air whenever he exhaled. He had long eyelashes and thick, dark hair. Like most of the Hungarian men I’d spotted between the airport and the apartment, he was a looker.

But what the hell was he doing here?

Carefully, with infinite precision, I edged my body away from him. The heel of my left foot found the place where the mattress ended and my toes flexed, looking for the floor. Just at the moment I tried to pivot my hips away, he flung an arm across my chest. His arm was very heavy and I abandoned all my efforts to handle this situation calmly and screamed.

He grunted and muttered something completely incomprehensible and then his eyelids fluttered and I did my best to scramble away but that arm was just a dead weight, so I kicked him hard in the shin and tried to bite him.

That woke him up.”

Talk about getting the characters into bed early! But the mysterious stranger is soon doing more than snoring… Let the outline give you an idea.

” Ruby had no idea what to expect from her trip to Budapest, but a strange man in her bed on her first night probably wasn’t it. Once the mistake is ironed out, though, and introductions made, she finds herself strangely drawn to the handsome Hungarian, despite her vow of holiday celibacy. Does Janos have what it takes to break her resolve and discover the secrets she is hiding, or will she be able to resist his increasingly wild seduction tactics? Against the romantic backdrop of a city made for lovers, personalities clash. They also bump. And grind.”

If that’s piqued your interest, here’s the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bewitched-Budapest-Cariad-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B00L4B5WF2/ref=sr_1_97?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1439669746&sr=1-97&keywords=justine+elyot

Thanks for reading!

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Many thanks Justine!

Make sure you don’t miss the last two days of my Tasty Taster series over the weekend!

Happy reading,

Kay xx 

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