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.

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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:

Thanks for reading!


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