Transported by Sharazade – A Review

February 18  |  Book Publications, eBooks, Reviews  |   Kay Jaybee

I haven’t had time to do many reviews lately, what with finishing up The Perfect Submissive Trilogy and starting my latest Jenny Kane book, so I thought I’d pop back through my archive and remind you of a few books that are, in my opinion, just that little bit head and shoulders above the rest.

Today looking back at Transported by Sharazade.

This has been my favourite erotic anthology for some time- I just love this book…


A Review of  ‘Transported- Erotic Travel Tales’ By Sharazade

I could easily make this the shortest review in history. I believe the word HOT sums things up nicely where this anthology is concerned.

Comprised of 9 individual tales, Transported centres it’s theme on various elements of the travel experience. Arrival lounges, trains, conferences away from home, and airport shops, form the backdrop for the sexual adventures within its tempting pages.

To me, an important factor in good erotic writing will always be a setting that is accessible to the audience’s imagination. If an author can combine everyday locations with scenarios’ that are sexy, interesting, and original, then you have excellent erotica on your hands. Transported achieves just that. Combine this with Sharazade’s ability to relate the stories within her anthology to all of her readers, not just to the studs and stud-esses out there, and you have a winning formula.

I am torn between telling you two much about each story, and not telling you anything. I could wax lyrical about each piece- the strongest for me being Flaws, and After Dinner Show.

I could identify with the woman in Flaws so well- her own fears and insecurities as to the imperfections of her body restrict her actions during sex; the way she lies, the way she stands; so that her lover is not put off by her perfectly normal physical flaws- right until she meets a very interesting man on a train ride- not to mention his friend…

After Dinner Show takes us to a sales conference in Alaska, where a cleverly engineered lack of chair space, forces one of the delegates to have his partner sit on his lap during a slide show. This may sound a little predictable- but trust me, it really isn’t. As the story takes us from a not-so-private finger sex session, to a delicious encounter back in their cabin, I swear I could almost feel the touch of the participant’s fingertips…

From Schiphol, where a woman meets her lover in an airport lounge in Amsterdam, to Layover, where the heroines need for her lover is simply too deep to bother with dressing properly, and she meets him at the airport, in nothing but a coat and her underwear,  Transported hits every base for me. Sharazade successfully takes popular desires, and turns them into crotch tingling tales, neatly side stepping the pitfalls of the cliché. This is truly an anthology that should not be missed from any eroticist’s collection.


Transported is for sale at various points including- Amazon UK, Amazon US, Smashwords, in print and in e-book format.

Happy reading

Kay xx

Tagged , , , ,

5 Days of 1001 Nights Press – Day 5- A Skiff of Snow by Sharazade- FREE via exclusive code…

Comments Off on 5 Days of 1001 Nights Press – Day 5- A Skiff of Snow by Sharazade- FREE via exclusive code…
July 5  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

It’s Day 5 of my 5 Days Of 1001 Nights blog series!

Day 5!!! How did we get here so fast?!

Last, but certainly not least, on our week long wander through the 1001 Nights Press library, we come to a fabulously funny and very clever A Skiff of Snow, by the gorgeous Sharazade!!


I just love this story. It plays beautifully on the misunderstandings that can so easily occur if you confuse American English with British English!

And from today using this special COUPON from Smashwords- you can get it for FREE!!!!!

To use the coupon: Go to Smashwords

Enter coupon BA86W. Good for 100% off, until July 12.

I adore this short erotic tale- see what you think…


Miranda’s on vacation in a foreign country, and she’d like nothing better than to meet–and, well, greet–a handsome local man. But  cultural and linguistic differences seem to thwart her every attempt.  How can she tell a man what she wants if they can’t understand each  other?

Follow Miranda’s adventures as she attempts to overcome the language divide between English–and the English.

An erotic short story of 5000 words. Contains graphic language, lusty situations, and variant spellings.


A Skiff of Snow

Top 10 Things I Like About England Great Britain

1. The men

2. The way the men talk (accents!!)

3. Shopping

4. The sights

Oh, what the hell. 5-10 would just be “the men” again. This whole country is like some Playground of Lust for me. Part of that might be my mood, granted. I just got out of a three-year, nine-month relationship (academic calendar). Nothing dramatic; it died of boredom. Just before we did. He actually broke up with me by text message, and when I first got the message I had to stop and think who he was. Well, I know three people named “Jim.” But still. We’d long since stopped sending sexy texts to each other. We’d go to classes, hang out with separate groups of friends, and on weekends we’d watch TV together, have perfunctory sex, and then go to sleep. There was nothing wrong with him, but let’s face it, there was no spark. It was a case of “any sex is better than none.” I wasn’t exactly heartbroken when we split – except then I was left with no sex!

At first I’d worried that London wouldn’t be different enough from any large American city to make me really feel that I was in another country. That lasted about, oh, five minutes.

For one thing, everyone in England (well, except for other tourists like me) speaks with a British accent. Yes, yes, I know, that’s obvious – except that somehow it still came as a surprise to hear everyone talking that way. What is it about a British accent? Or British accents, I should say, because there are so many different ones. I’m no Professor Higgins, I can’t tell a London accent from a Leeds accent (or from a Welsh accent, which certainly pissed off a bartender once), but I don’t care, they all sound delicious. Sexy. If I shut my eyes, I want to sleep with every man who speaks to me. If I open them, that only eliminates the ones who wear wedding rings. They sound good, and they look good.

The only hard part about listening to them – English people, I mean – is figuring out what they’re saying. Oh, I knew the basics before I came here – we say apartment, they say flat – but there some were really more confusing. Like I guess kids don’t sing “Skip to My Lou” here. Or if they did, it wouldn’t mean the same thing at all, though it made me smile inside every time I saw a restroom. Then in the tube station (there’s another one, tube for subway – pronounced “chewb”), there’s a sign at the edge of the train platform: Mind the gap. What? OK, the gap is that small space between the platform and the train car. You have to step over it to get into the train. I don’t mind doing that. So shouldn’t it be, Don’t mind the gap? Are they telling you that you ought to be annoyed?

A nice woman next to me on the train (sorry, the tube) explained that “mind” in this sense means “pay attention to.” The British mind the gap, they mind the children, and they never mind the bollocks. That last one means… well, it means that lady had some very colorful vocabulary for someone about the same age as my mother. Or “colourful,” I guess it should be. I swear I can hear the extra “u” in when English people say words like that. Yesterday I asked a man to tell me about his “favorite neighborhood” in London just to listen to him. And his favourite neighbourhood even had a theatre in it. Ah, heaven!

I had a few days in London, just seeing the sights—the men at the Tate Gallery, the men wandering around Kensington Gardens, the men outside Buckingham Palace, and just the ordinary men. They were all so nice! And special, somehow.

Like I went to buy a paper – and the little stand said News Agent. Agent! Doesn’t that sound sexy? Like James Bond. The agent was gorgeous, too. Dark, and … well, dark. Dark-skinned, with dark eyes. Of Indian descent, perhaps? I could totally imagine him having champagne with me in a swank hotel, after we’d escaped from some international spies, and before I could finish, he would take my glass, push me down onto the bed, and …


Not only can you get Sharazade’s A  Skiff of Snow FREE for the next 2 weeks, until tomorrow night, you can also get Jeremy Edwards The Pleasure Dial, Gregory Allen’s Bottoms in Love, PM White’s Volskie, and my Not Her Type, from Amazon for the BARGAIN price of only 99c or 77p!!!!!


Just read all 5 of my blogs this week and you could win a free e-book! Count up how many times the word “wonderful” has been used!! (Not including in the blurbs and extracts) and then leave me a comment and your email address, telling me the total. The competition will remain open until next Monday, when I shall announce the name of the winner I’ve picked from a hat!!


I hope you’ve enjoyed our 5 day dip into the 1001 Nights Press!! Don’t forget to get your books while they are still on SALE!!

A huge THANK YOU to Sharazade for letting me share so many extracts from her wonderful pubishing house. 

I’ll let you go now so you can getting on with reading all your new e-books!! Don’t forget to count up the wonderfuls- including this one!!!! WONDERFUL!! 

Happy Reading,

Kay xxxx

Tagged , , ,