The Collector

The Collector: Revamped & Available For Pre-order!

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April 28  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

It feels like a lifetime ago since I first started to write The Collector– my very first, full length, solo work of erotica. Actually- it was two lifetimes ago.

‘Kay Jaybee’ hadn’t long been ‘invented’ when I started scribbling ideas for the stories which were to form the basis of the first edition of The Collector. And my other alter-ego, Jenny Kane, hadn’t even been dreamt of.

A great deal has happened within my writing life (and my ‘real’ life), since The Collector was first released in 2008. Back then I didn’t dare think beyond one short story at a time. I never dreamt I’d still be happily trotting out the erotica all these years later. I certainly never imagined that erotica would have gone through a semi-destructive period, which saw many of the best in the business hang up their stockings in despair; nor did I forsee a world in which e-books would be the favoured form of reading medium for the genre. And most surprising of all- I never saw my nomination as Best Erotica Writer of 2015 coming!!

Much has changed- but one thing will never change. My love of writing kink!

OUT MAY 17th!!!  PRE ORDER AVAILABLE NOW

The new edition of The Collector contains 2 HOT NEW STORIES within its pages!

So- here it is- The Collector (3rd Edition) Hope you like it.

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Blurb

Gathering salaciously erotic stories against an everyday backdrop of bus trips, train journeys, coffee shops, and restaurants, The Collector documents a wide variety of sexual encounters as she travels Great Britain.

The Collector’s research takes her into every arena of the erotic experience, from love, lust, submission and dominance, to voyeurism and beyond.

Are you brave enough to see if it was your supposedly private conversation she overheard – and then wrote down?

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Pre-order for Kindle is available now- paperback coming soon.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

Happy reading,

Kay x

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Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters Day 14: Kay Jaybee

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September 6  |  BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

I don’t know about you, but for this past fortnight has just flown by! I hope you aren’t too full of tasty treats to miss out on my last offering of the series.

Today I’m sharing a complete story with you from my very first solo book, The Collector. A collection of 21 stories, each very different, it was designed to be a menu for those who wanted to sample new elements of the erotica genre. Enjoy!

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Blurb

The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?

She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording, the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.

Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector’s sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.

It is time for the world’s raunchiest chronicler to come to light.

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Here’s an extract from The Collector to whet your appetite…

Chapter Fifteen

Some years ago, when I was still respectable, I went to university. Whilst I was there, I made the best friends I’ve ever had, one of whom is still heavily embroiled in student life. Over the past ten years Jack has worked his way from one degree to another, determined to put off entering the “real world” for as long as possible.

Recently we had one of our regular coffee trips together, to catch up on all the gossip. One look at Jack, a broad smile plastered across his face, his deep blue eyes twinkling as he sipped his coffee, and I knew he had a story to tell. Being one of my greatest supporters, he was more than willing to help me note down his adventure.

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The general din from the concert behind me had reached such a level of confusion that hand signals were now the only possible means of communication. As I slowly inched closer to the bar I began to wonder how on earth I’d get our drinks back through the heaving mass of people.

Thankful that I wasn’t claustrophobic, I slowly shuffled along with the crowd. I could still move my arms but, otherwise I was almost totally immobilised. For some unseen reason we had all come to a complete full stop. Being above average height gave me the advantage of spotting potential “sliding into gaps” opportunities, but eventually I had to accept that I was going nowhere fast, and was destined to remain thirsty for sometime.

I looked around at my temporary colleagues. Apart from hair colour, and a stab at gender, I couldn’t really tell you much about the people who were standing so close to me that we knew what the sides of each others legs felt like.

My mind started to wander. A thirty or so deep crowd of people, all piling in one direction – what were they all thinking? How many pockets had been picked? How many people were accidentally on purpose feeling up the person in front of them?

I began to imagine how I’d react if a strange pair of hands started to stroke my arse as I stood there, unable to move, my protests going unheard.  My hands began to itch as I turned my attention to the person directly in front of me. Female, above average height, red hair in tidy bunches, short skirt; older than eighteen I guessed, perhaps younger than twenty five.

I was so close to her that as I looked down I had an excellent view of the top of her head. My crotch was already lightly rubbing against her flimsy skirted rear, and the urge to put my hands over her shoulders and slide them down onto her breasts (which my imagination had decided would be both full and firm), was overwhelming.

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I still can’t believe I did it. What if she’d screamed? I’d have been arrested for sure, if anyone should have had heard her.

I would like to be able to say I’d been tentative and gentle; testing the water. But I was straight on, squeezing her tits hard (which were actually small, but beautifully tight). I felt her body stiffen as her attempts to instantly turn around were inhibited by the general crush. I tensed, expecting a slap across my kneading digits. It didn’t come. Instead her body shuffled within its confined space, her own hands slipping behind her and flipping up her short skirt to reveal a pair of neat pale buttocks encased in creamy lace knickers, which she pushed against my hard confined dick.

I must confess to a moments panic then. What if we were spotted? Her intentions were obviously as impure as my own. I took a deep breath to calm myself; there was no way any extra pushing could be viewed as odd. For all I knew the entire crowd could have been at it. The only person who may have been more suspicious than the rest was the guy behind me. As I pulled back slightly from this amazing girl, I could feel his cock was also hard. Or was I simply imagining it?

Wriggling one hand down between her arse and my denims,’ I undid my flies and freed my cock. She must have known what I was doing as she instantly pressed back harder, standing on her toes to feel my length better against her buttocks.

I eased the delicate lace knickers to one side and rubbed myself against her rounded flesh. Her hands snaked around behind her and she grabbed my tip with expert fingers. I tried to suppress a groan, but failed, and anxiously looked around at the still oblivious crowd, as her fingers grasped the end of my shaft.

I have no idea how I kept such an impassive expression on my face. A total stranger was wanking me against her bum, and my head was full of the picture we must be creating. What’s more, each time she forced me back fractionally I brushed against the anonymous guy behind me. I swear he was getting harder all the time and I longed to be able to include him in our secret sex.

I guess I became reckless then, because as she smoothed my dick I began to push back harder. All the time I was waiting to be found out, waiting for a cry of protest. None came.

Grateful of her perfect height, I slipped a hand down as far as I could, feeling between her legs, fingering her slippery wetness. Perhaps she was wearing high heels, I couldn’t tell.

I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer. Sandwiched between this horny girl and a hard man, I thought I’d explode with the thought of the situation alone. Knocking her hand away, I notched my shaft against her and pushed into her dampness. Biting my tongue to conceal the noise rising in my throat, I eased into her; each time making sure the guy behind knew exactly what was happening. I longed for him to put a hand around me, to feel for himself how well my cock fitted inside this willing woman. He didn’t, but the idea of it was the final straw in this delicious situation, and I quickly filled her with my come.

As I pulled out (not easy in the limited space), I could just see the first trickle of my liquid as it began to run down her legs, before she daintily pulled her knickers back into place and recovered herself with the little green skirt.

The crowd had hardly moved. I don’t suppose the whole thing had taken more than five minutes, but it sure made waiting for that pint a whole lot more interesting.

I hadn’t really thought about the people to the side of us; I am still not sure whether they knew what had happened or not; if they did, no one said anything.

When I finally did reach the bar, the girl had long since been lost in the crush ahead of me, but a friendly voice from behind offered to buy me a drink, and quietly thanked me for making his wait in the queue so enjoyable.

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The Collector can be purchased as an ebook or in paperback from all good retailers including-

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1849633517/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239556&sr=1-1

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1905609191/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239810&sr=1-1&keywords=the+collector+kay+jaybee

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So here we are then- at the end of this years tasters. I hope you have enjoyed delving into the erotic past of myself and my literary friends. It’s been great fun sharing all the tasters with- look out for Two Weeks of Tasty Tasters again next year!!!

Happy Reading,

Kay xx

 

 

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Going Back To My Roots

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May 31  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

After a run of writing 6 novels (5 as Kay, 1 as Jenny), and 3 novellas (2 as Kay, 1 as Jenny), I’ve decided to take a bit of an erotica novel writing break and go back to how I began in the world of erotica, by penning some short stories.

It took me a long time to make the leap from short story writing to novel writing- 40 short stories worth of time in fact! Never a confident soul, I didn’t believe I’d be able to squeeze out more than 6000 on a single subject in one go. It was only encouragement by my dear friends at the much missed Oysters and Chocolate, and fellow erotica writers, that gave me the nerve to try a lengthier piece of work. (The first of which was the novella Not Her Type, closely followed by the novel The Perfect Submissive)

Before these longer books however, I wrote my first solo work- and I admit I cheated. So nervous was I about writing a full book, that I created the character that became known as The Collector who gathers peoples fantasies and turns them into mini stories.

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Those short stories are linked together with an introduction and explanation at the start of every chapter, to form an erotic menu ideal for people who are new to erotica and want to discover what sort of kinky stories they like best.

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Since that first linked anthology, I’ve written many story collections, and have (to date) over 50 other short stories in mixed author anthologies.

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I adore writing short stories- they are so satisfying to produce – and I’m looking forward to getting stuck into a few before I begin my third Jenny Kane novel.

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And what is the subject of the first erotic shorty I am tackling?  Do you even need to ask?

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Happy reading,

Kay xxx

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What’s Going On Behind Closed Doors?

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February 20  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I was recently asked what the major driving force of inspiration was behind my writing. There are many things that influence me; overheard conversations, musical lyrics, friend’s fantasies; but at the very back of all that is a basic curiosity- a curiosity that always wants to know what is going on behind closed doors.

Not that I’m an eye to the keyhole sort of person (like Maggie in my story Through the Crack; Quick Kink Two). Nor would there be any point in me jamming my ear to the crack in the door (I’m deaf as a post); it’s more that I can’t stop my imagination from filling in the blanks.

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What could the top floor of a nearby hotel really contain? Is it full of nice normal bedrooms, in which tired out members of the business community can crash after a meeting? Or is it, as in my series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, a hotbed of private services and kinky sex?

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When you see a sign on a lift saying ‘staff only’ where does that lift actually take you? When they announce over the loud speakers in the shop or club ‘Would a member of staff come to the storeroom,’ what happens when they get there? Are they sold to aliens for experimentation? Is there some erotically eccentric Sheik waiting to whisk them away to his harem? I always hope they aren’t just going to do something as dull as unpack boxes. I want them to have as much fun as the bar girls, and the young man they lure into their storeroom, in my story Break Time (The Collector)

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When you meet a stranger on the train; a stranger who catches your eye and sends your pulse racing- what would happen if you asked them out? Would you have coffee, maybe visit the cinema- or would you find yourself in the backroom of an exclusive club, doing sexually interesting things you hadn’t ever dreamt about, like the lead character in my story Black? (Yes Ma’am)

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So basically I’m nosily inquisitive- but only for what might happen- not for what really is happening- it’s far more fun that way!!

Happy Reading

Kay xx

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Still Collecting…

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September 27  |  Book Publications, eBooks  |   Kay Jaybee

I was sat in my local café the other day, as I do every morning and late afternoon. There I was writing away in my usual spot- right at the back, in the corner, tucked out of the way, near the staff entrance, the toilets, and the customer noticeboard -when I spotted a fellow coffee swiller reading one of the posters on the board with particular interest.

Being a curious sort- okay, I’m nosey-I tried to see what was holding the gentleman’s interest so intently. To my delight, it was a small flier I’d put up some time ago for my very first solo book, The Collector!!

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I was SO tempted to say, ‘Hi, I’m Kay Jaybee- I wrote that!!’- but of course, I didn’t! All the paranoia’s that stop me from doing things like that had crowded in my mind before I’d even got so far as putting my coffee cup down- what if he’d read it already and hadn’t liked it, what if…what if…- oh there are so many what ifs!!!

Anyway- after a few more seconds, he rummaged in his bag, pulled out a pen and paper, and began to scribble something down. Was it the book title? My web site address? My author name? The Amazon link for the book? Maybe I’d been wrong, maybe he was copying stuff down off another poster altogether and I’d simply got it all wrong!

Giving myself a shake, and telling myself to stop faffing and start writing, I got back on with doing what I was supposed to be doing, which was writing the latest chapter of my work in progress!! Soon the guy had moved away, and was queuing up for a coffee refill, and was chatting away to the lass behind the counter.

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About an hour later, I’d forgotten all about the poster info jotting man, who had long since downed his beverage and left. Queuing up for my own coffee refill, I was greeted with a smile from the waitress, who knows me very well- after all- I virtually live in the café in which she works- and was amazed when she told me what the poster man had said to her..

He had asked her if she’d read the book that was advertised on the board- she told him she had- he asked if it was worth a read- she said it was, and that the author was local- he then asked if she knew if the author was still collecting stories…

Well- I am always collecting stories. So thank you, tall handsome stranger, and fellow coffee drinker whoever you are- I hope, if you read The Collector, that you enjoyed it!! And thank you for taking the time to read my poster- I’m never sure if such PR is worth while- it seems that it is!!

If you’d like to follow this unknown gentleman’s example, you can purchase The Collector from all good book and eBook retailers, including-

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1849633517/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239556&sr=1-1

Amazon.comhttp://www.amazon.com/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1905609191/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239810&sr=1-1&keywords=the+collector+kay+jaybee

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

 

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