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Opening Lines: Menagerie a Trois by Kellie Kamryn

On June 27, 2018

In eBooks, erotic romance, Opening Lines Blog

It’s ‘Opening Lines’ blog day! I’m delighted to welcome Kellie Kamryn to my place today for a little erotic romance..

I enjoy writing comedy and making people laugh. I often take every day life occurrences and embellish on them in my writing. So far, readers and reviewers have enjoyed the outlandish tales I often spin. I hope everyone enjoys the Brokenhead Hearts series as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is book 1 – Menagerie a Trois. Thank you Kay Jaybee for hosting me on your blog today!

The first 500 words:

“He’s going to think you’re some psycho.”

Katherine Monroe blew her ginger bangs upward, then heaved a sigh. “Not helping, Kit.” Katherine, or Kat as most of her friends knew her, snuggled with the newest kitten and murmured to it. “It’s okay little one. Doctor Cole is very nice. We’ll get you looked at and you’ll be taken care of forever.”

Kit Morgan, her best friend, punched her in the arm. “You need to be taken care of. As in admitted. I love animals as much as the next person, but this isn’t what I signed on for.”

Kat flashed a bright smile at her raven-haired friend. “You can always move out.”

Kit threw up her hands in exasperation, and Kat held the kitten in front of her face. Kit heaved a sigh of resignation. “He is cute. What’s one more? What are you going to name him?”

“That’s the spirit, and I was thinking—Sweetie because he’s so sweet.” Kat bent down and secured the dapple gray kitten in the pet carrier. “I promise this is the last one.”

“You promised that about the first cat you brought home.” As if on cue, Painter—a spotted calico—rubbed up against her leg.

Kit scooped him up, propping him up on her shoulder.

“See? You love them,” Kat said.

Kit petted Painter on the head. “And apparently, you needed a third.”

“You’re always complaining you can’t find a third,” Kat retorted. “Now—voila.”

“Person,” Kit iterated. “A third person. As in ménage, not menagerie.” Painter jumped from her arms, only to be replaced by Tabitha—aptly named due to her being a tabby cat. “I swear if you bring home a puppy…” Kit grumbled before she spoke in soft tones to the cat.

“They all needed love,” Kat stated as she stepped over to the bed. “How can you deny that?”

“People need love, too.” Kit set Tabitha on the bed. She took hold of Kat’s arms and looked her square in the eyes. “You need to find love instead of fixating on these kittens. I want you to get over your fear of asking the good doctor out before we end up with a shelter here of our own.” She pressed a firm kiss to Kat’s lips. “Besides, maybe I can find my threesome if you do.”

Kat sighed and rolled her eyes. “Do you always think about sex? And why does your threesome have to involve me?”

Kit held up a finger. “First—I think about sex all the time, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Second—you should think about it more often and act on it, rather than rescue every stray that makes sad eyes at you. Talk to the vet, ask him out, and if he says no, then you can move on and stop making excuses to see him. Third—it’s not just my fantasy. You wanted to have a threesome with people you love and trust. You trust me. But you have to…

BLURB:

When Kat gets a new kitty, she asks the vet to play.

Dubbed the Kat Lady by her roommate, Kat Munroe admits to an ulterior motive for rescuing strays—a chance to visit the cute Dr. Evan Cole at the vet clinic. He makes her heart purr as much as her kittens do. Determined to ask him out before he thinks she’s some crazy cat woman, Kat works up her courage for the next visit.

Evan Cole doesn’t see many females other than the animal variety at his veterinary clinic. Always a believer that the right woman will walk into his life someday, he made everything else—vet school, his career—a priority over searching for love. But from the day Kat Munroe walks through the door with a stray feline rescue, his heart beats to see her again. His dilemma—how to create the perfect romantic date when you’re clueless about dating?

When they finally go on a date, disaster strikes at every turn. Will they be able to handle the menagerie? Or will they decide that more isn’t merrier?

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BIO:

Winner of the RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Award for Best Erotica 2012, Kellie Kamryn has many 5-star reviews from sites such as Night Owl Reviews for her work in contemporary romantic fiction. In 2013, one of her novellas was nominated for Best Novella for the RONE Awards. In 2011, she presented a motivational workshop at the Moonlight and Magnolias GRWA Conference, and offers a writing workshop for authors – A Novel Creation – since 2015.

All of Kellie’s books contain a lot of heat balanced with an abundance of Heart. Most days she can be found channeling her heart’s desire into writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds. When her muse requires a change in scenery, she funnels her creative energy into bringing many a tale to life through her work as an audio narrator. And when her body demands attention, you can find her in the gym jumping on the trampoline in between teaching Kindergym classes, or training and co-teaching Baguazhang (Bagua) as self-defence to women/families, and for health and healing to individuals on the Autism spectrum.

Kellie is also a former columnist for Evolved World, now writing for The Aquarian Online, a local print and e-zine dedicated to inspiring and encouraging further self-awareness for individuals everywhere.

www.kelliekamryn.com

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Many thanks Kellie. Fabulous starting point.

Come back next time for 500 words from Tanith Davenport.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Opening Lines: Shagnasty – a W.I.P. from Jay Willowbay

By Kay Jaybee

On June 13, 2018

In BDSM, eBooks, Opening Lines Blog

This week on ‘Opening Lines’ I have the beginning of a work in progress (W.I.P) to share with you.

So buckle up for the first 500 words of Jay Willowbay’s forthcoming story, Shagnasty…

Blurb-

Two young men, devilishly handsome and wealthy, but with it arrogant, narcissistic, and oh, so cocky.

They think they can have any woman they choose, and set a sexy challenge to prove it. But are they as irresistible as they assume? Will they succeed?

Or will there be consequences?

Shagnasty, coming July 2018.

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Here come the first 500 words…

While me and My Accomplice were lying there looking confused, Mackenzie produced a stopwatch, which I think neither of us expected. “Gentlemen, you have ten minutes,” she explained, “And in that time, slave B is going to pit his sexy hands against slave A’s never softening cock.”

Mackenzie addressed My Accomplice, “If you can make him cum, you win.”

And then she addressed me, “If you can resist for ten minutes, you win. So; let battle commence.”

I started to ask My Accomplice if he was really going to go through with this, but by then his hand was already working away at me with surprising energy and skill. He was wasting his time though; I hadn’t been through all these exploits and all these women only to blow it at the last hurdle by shooting my load over another man, even though his hands were soft like a girl’s.

Mackenzie was either rooting for My Accomplice or really enjoying what she was seeing; she was fingering herself downstairs with one hand and tweaking her nipples with the other, whilst noisily and enthusiastically moaning her pleasure at doing so. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore her, only to find that I was apparently breaking her rules by doing so.

“Look at me!” she ordered, “Keep looking at me or you lose the challenge!”

She was moving the goalposts somewhat, but I was compelled to obey. Oh! She was so bossy, and I was so obedient. Oh! I loved it when she was bossy! So I looked at her, and realised just how beautiful and sexy she was. Oh God, I wanted her so much! Just a few minutes to wait…

She didn’t want me to wait. She knelt down beside me and started whispering in my ear. “Oh, that’s my pussy you’re inside! Oh, feel my pussy! Fuck my pussy!”

Oh shit, I was struggling now. Mackenzie had got into my head; I really did believe I was shagging her. The Viagra had kept my cock on the threshold of explosion for days, and the poor thing didn’t know that it wasn’t time to go yet. And however much I told myself that it was a man’s hand there, it felt just like a woman’s, and My Accomplice kept on oscillating relentlessly, metronomically. His arm knew no fatigue, and he would not stop until the job was done. This would take all my willpower, but at least I knew there must only be a minute or two left.

Mackenzie moved away and I thought I’d won, but then she started shouting.

“Oh God! Oh yes! Fuck me harder!”

No.

“Oh, I’m cumming! Yes, you’re cumming too!”

No.

“Oh yeah, yeah you’re gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Yes.

My Accomplice roared his delight at winning our challenge. He flicked my juice off his fingers, respectfully away from my face, winked at me and said, “Thanks _, I never knew you cared!”

How did I end up like this?

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Bio

Jay lives and works in the South of England, and writes in various genres under another name. He blogs at https://jaywillowbay.wordpress.com/ and can be found on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/authorjaywillowbay

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Many thanks Jay. Nothing like 500 words that get straight to the point!

Come back next time to read 500 words from Kellie Kamryn.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Opening Lines Blog: H K Carlton’s The Fall of Cairnnon Castle

By Kay Jaybee

On June 6, 2018

In BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, Opening Lines Blog

It’s opening lines blog time again! Today, I am delighted to welcome a good friend to this blog, H K Carlton. Let’s get stuck into those words!

Thank you so much for featuring the first 500 words from The Fall of Cairnnon Castle, book three in the Lustful Possession series.

This installment of the LP series is my favorite of the seven short stories in the collection. Is that okay to say? It’s not like having a favorite child, right? Lol. It’s got a little bit of everything I love to read and write.

Parts one and two of this series, Meet Me in the Dark and Dark Foursome, are contemporary, paranormal, erotic, romance, but part three, takes a sudden unexpected medieval, time-travel twist. Our heroine finds herself trapped in history, torn between two strapping, feuding Irishmen, brothers no less. What’s not to love?

The first 500 words — The Fall of Cairnnon Castle

Lustful Possession Series, Book 3

Cairnnon Castle, Ireland—The Present

The earth underneath me quakes. The sky above me falls. It rains down on me. Pain explodes inside my head. My ribs break. I am crushed.

A deafening rumble offends my ears. My body is tossed and crumpled, battered by debris. It goes on for an eternity.

And then… Silence. Stillness.

The pain is immense. Like nothing I’ve ever endured in my life.

Oh, God! Please! I implore wordlessly.

I cannot speak, scream, or moan. My eyes are closed. But beyond me, there’s brightness, so vivid I detect it through my closed eyelids. I try to open them, but none of my faculties are functioning. I am heavy. My lungs are burning. It hurts to even take shallow breaths. I concentrate on the unenviable task of simply inhaling in and out—an action I have obviously taken for granted all these years. The dust is choking me. I try not to cough. I will split apart if I do. My ribcage has already splintered with the weight upon me.

A low hum begins. It is annoying, but as it goes on it becomes comforting, harmonious.

As the fire in my chest subsides, I am lethargic, sleepy, and content.

Stillness.

I know what this is. It is elemental. Inevitable, from the moment we take our first breath.

I wait for it…

Death comes.

* * * *

I am in and out of consciousness.

“Just come,” I whisper. Speaking is laborious, yet somehow it happens. “Just take me.”

The incessant drone becomes vibration.

I sense it, a presence. Above me. Surrounds me. Becomes me.

The pain subsides by degrees. Warmth seeps into me. I sigh at the pleasure of it. I hadn’t realized I was so cold.

Without words, it communicates with me. Death is one with me.

“You enjoy that.”

“Yes. Thank you.” My gratitude is profound.

“You know what I am.”

It is a statement. It is a part of me. It knows what I am thinking.

I don’t need to articulate. “Yes.”

“You are not afraid.”

“No, you comfort me.”

For a moment I sense confusion, and I am bewildered by it. It is not my uncertainty. It is illogical. Death would not emote.

But my thought is distracted. The lovely heat spreads, radiating through every part of my broken body.

“Ahhhh, that feels so good.”

Everything in me tingles, from the top of my head right down to my feet. There is no pain. Not even my lungs hurt anymore. My inhalations become rapid instead of shallow. My blood rushes. I can hear it traveling through my veins. My pulse pounds in my head. My body throbs. My breasts tingle and my loins catch fire.

I squirm. My body tightens. The heaviness in my lower body is nothing but carnal.

I am not even being touched, but I am being consumed and stimulated on every level. Mind, body and spirit.

It fills me, inside and out. Unable to stop myself, I feel…

The Blurb:

Castle Cairnnon—perhaps not the gate, but the epicenter of hell.

Neve Brádach had always wanted to work with an internationally renowned team of paranormal investigators, so when a U.S. team decides to explore a famous site in her own backyard, Cairnnon Castle, she does everything she can to secure a place on the team.

One of the most haunted places on earth, Cairnnon Castle is home to one of the most malevolent entities ever documented, Bás a thagann. Loosely translated, it means simply—death comes. When the enthusiastic American troop descends on Neve’s Irish hills, the last thing they expect to do is rile up the evil within.

But Bás takes an immediate interest in one of the American investigators and holds him prisoner within the castle, sapping his strength and will. As Neve and the others rush to find a solution before another good man loses his soul to the malicious elemental, she discovers the secret that might send Bás a thagann to its own permanent hell.

As Neve verbalizes the words that should free Cairnnon from its most evil resident, the castle crumbles around her, leaving her broken, dying, and trapped in the belly of the beast.

Neve is left defenseless to fight it and is forced to suffer a life that is not her own.

This series is a re-release

Warning: This collection of short stories contains m/f and m/m couplings and cliff-hangers. Installments must be read in order.

Buy Links:

eXtasy Books

Universal Link (including Amazon)

Coming soon to other vendorsAuthor Bio:

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.

Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

Author Links:

Blogs:

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Many thanks H K!

Don’t forget to come back next time for Jay Willowby’s opening lines.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Opening Lines: Viking Wolf by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

By Kay Jaybee

On May 30, 2018

In Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, Opening Lines Blog

It’s that time again! Settle yourself down for the latest in my ‘Opening Lines’ blog series.

This week the wonderful Emmanuelle de Maupassant is with me- and the Vikings are coming (pun intentional….)

Viking Wolf

I love writing erotic fiction and, when it comes to ‘hot throw-down action’, you can’t beat a warrior Viking! Enter Eirik, my rough-souled hero: a man who is used to taking what he wants!

The first volume in my medieval series, ‘Viking Thunder’ is free from Amazon – viewBook.at/VikingThunder

(also available as a super sexy audio book and paperback)

Volume two, ‘Viking Wolf’, releases this summer.

Captured. Seduced. Craved.
Arriving in Svolvaen, Elswyth submits to nights of passion in the bed of her hard-muscled warrior, Eirik, learning what it means to be loved by a Viking.

His to Take

Jarl Gunnolf rules Svolvaen by the sword and believes he has the right to claim any possession for his own, including any woman.

Forbidden Hunger

Elswyth desires Eirik for her husband, and the status of a true wife but cannot deny her attraction to his wolfish brother, the Jarl.

Jealousy and Betrayal

Can Elswyth escape the malicious plotting of seductive rival Faline, and the brutal lust of Gunnolf? Will she survive long enough to find what her heart yearns for?

The first 500 words of ‘Viking Wolf’

With the sun dipping to the last portion of the sky, twenty men took the oars and pulled against the current.

We’d been three days on the open sea, travelling to Svolvaen. Some places on the rowing benches were now empty, for several of Eirik’s men had fallen in the skirmish with the troops garrisoned near our village. As the longship had battled fierce winds and my stomach had heaved with the churning movement of the waves, I’d wondered if I’d made a grave error in leaving all that I knew to join these Norsemen. My thoughts turned repeatedly to my ailing grandmother, whom I’d left in the care of our neighbours. My decision had been selfish, borne of yearning for adventure, the chance to start anew, of my knowledge of kinship with these warrior men. Borne of my desire, too, for Eirik, who’d pulled me into the protection of his hard-muscled body as the ship plunged across the vast sea. At last, we’d sighted the mountains of the north.

Reaching the calmer waters of their coast, we sailed between scattered islands, the men’s eyes upon the maze of inlets, looking for their own.

Gulls and gannets whirled above, cormorants and kittiwakes, as we followed the narrow channel of the fjord, as Eirik called it, past cliffs on either side, rising steep, pocketed with caves.

Eirik’s elation was plain for me to see, and his sister, Helka’s, too; I shared in it, for I was now part of this world, although all in it would be new to me.

The other ships of the raiding party had returned some days before, survivors of the storm which had brought Eirik and his men to our coastline of Northumbria, and the rocky beach on which my former village had nestled. His people had kept look-out, horns blowing as we approached the landing piers.

What a press of bodies there was; comradery between men, as friends slapped and hugged one another, and received kisses from their wives, embraces from mothers, daughters and sisters. I no longer thought of those men as murderers, but as my kin. They’d shed blood, but I now knew my blood was also theirs. I recognized some part of their brutality as my own, for I was not as other women in the village in which I’d lived all my life. I was half-Viking, born of a wilder spirit.

Amidst the jumble of voices and the scramble of the crowd, Faline and I received little notice. We were no more than possessions, of Eirik’s concern; a curiosity, eyed briefly, then ignored. Whatever welcome I’d hoped for, in my heart, whatever foolishness, I pressed it down, and bit my tongue against my disappointment. It would take time, to earn my place here. Such things could not be rushed.

Helka guided us away from the crowd, scanning for one who wasn’t there; one who hadn’t deigned to push among the common throng, who’d waited, instead, for Eirik to come to him.

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More about Emmanuelle

Find Emmanuelle at www.emmanuelledemaupassant.com

You’ll find Emmanuelle’s sexy short stories in several anthologies, including Cleis Press’ ‘Best Women’s Erotica, Volume 3’, and Stupid Fish Production’s ‘Dirty 30, Volume 2’ and ‘For the Men’.

Among her longer works is ‘The Gentlemen’s Club’ (the first in her ‘Noire’ series, and named by Stylist Magazine as a ‘mind-blowing’ read).

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Another fabulous start from a brilliant erotica writer!

Don’t forget to come back in two weeks to rad the first 500 words from Jay Willowby’s latest tale.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Opening Lines: Kd Grace is ‘In Training’

By Kay Jaybee

On May 16, 2018

In eBooks, erotic romance, Opening Lines Blog

It’s ‘Opening Lines’ blog time again. This week I’m delighted to welcome my dear friend, Kd Grace, to share the first 500 words (precisely) of her novella, ‘In Training.’

In Training … Because, Aren’t We All?

Thanks for having me over, Kay. It’s always a pleasure to be on your wonderful blog. Sharing the beginning of my novella, In Training, is rather appropriate for me at the moment because I’m in training too. Oh, thank Gawd, not on reality TV like poor Lauren Michaels. I’m training for a pole photo shoot, having taken up pole fitness in a moment of insanity and then discovering that I love it, even if it’s a painful, bruising sort of love. I’ve been at it for ten months now and the photo shoot is a way of documenting my progress. I’m both excited and terrified. But in my case, the only camera on set will be that of the photographer, and the only people watching will be my own pole teachers.

No matter the situation, however, and no matter if what we’re training for is physical or mental or something else, there comes a point when we all have to give it all we’ve got and go for it. How much we fight ourselves before we get to that point becomes the challenge, and Lauren, well, she’s all about fighting herself, which makes for a comedy of errors that only reality TV could flaunt. Here are the first … slightly more than five hundred words of In Training. Enjoy.

In Training Blurb:

Getting fit on reality TV is PR guru, Lauren Michaels’, brainchild for gym equipment and fitness company Physicality, Inc. The brilliant PR stunt involves one brave volunteer who wants to be fit badly enough to submit to the not so tender training techniques of personal trainer, Wolf Jennings, whose successful, but non-conventional, methods would make a drill sergeant look like a fluff ball. But when CEO and owner of Physicality, Inc., Claire Amos, decides her PR ace in the hole needs to walk the walk, Lauren finds herself between a kettle bell and a hard place… er, a hard trainer. That’s nightmare enough, but for six weeks, 24/7, the explosive chemistry between the two will be sweated out live on camera for the whole world to see. What could possibly go wrong?

500 Words…

Chapter One—Everyone Loves a Bad Boy
“Everyone loves a bad boy.” Claire Amos paced back and forth in front of the big screen where Wolf Jennings’ face was freeze-framed over his howling wolf logo in front of the class he’d just put through their paces in Hope Park. She nodded up at the video. “Certainly your clients do. I bet you could make a drill sergeant quiver in his camos.”
“I do what it takes to help my people succeed.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “You and a hundred other personal trainers who’ve sent Lauren their impressive CVs.”
“So why me then?” he asked. “I assume there’s a reason I’m speaking to the CEO of Physicality, Inc. instead of its PR goddess.”
She sat down in the chair across the conference table from him with the kind of grace he’d expect from a woman who owned a company that manufactured multiple lines of gym and fitness equipment as well as franchised Physicality Gyms. She was clearly a person who took full advantage of her products. But everyone knew that about Claire Amos. They also knew she didn’t get where she was without playing hardball. She offered him a smile that wouldn’t have been out of place on a cat about to pounce. “Though Lauren’s idea for a fitness reality show is brilliant, sadly she knows next to nothing about health and fitness.” She glanced down at her hands—well manicured but calloused on the inside—from kettle bells, he’d guess. “That being the case, she’s left the final decision for the trainer and his lucky client up to me. Plus, it is my money.” She nodded up at his face on the big screen. “You’re here because of that.”
He smiled. “Because I can make a drill sergeant quiver in his camos?”
“You were an actor before you became a personal trainer. Why the change in career?”
“I’m a better trainer, and I like it more. I’ve been a personal trainer for a good few actors, though.”
“Yes, I know. I saw their rave reviews on your CV. But what I want to know is can you still act?”
He shrugged a shoulder toward the screen. “Every time I put on my boot-camp-bully-you-to-fitness face, I’m acting. A part of what an actor does is play off other actors. When the chemistry is right, the performance is electric. If my clients want boot camp, if they want me to cajole and bully, there’s my connection. They submit to my technique because they know I can get them there, and they walk away feeling that rapport between us.”
She stood and paced, then turned back to face him, arms folded across her chest. “Can you amp that up?” She flung a glance at the screen. “Can you be that bad boy for the next six weeks? Can you sustain it 24/7—in the gym and out?”
“If that’s what you want. But you have to understand for this to work, the chemistry would have to be such between…”

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About K D:

For K D Grace, penning a good tale is a physical act. When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. Her creativity is directly proportional to how much soil is under her fingernails or how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells at her local gym and an even madder affair with a stainless steel pole in the pole fitness studio just across the street. She’s fascinated with mythology and fairy tales, which inspires many of her stories. She loves to read. She loves anything that gets her out of doors. But she loves writing a story best of all.
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, K D is the author of sixteen novels and multiple novellas and short stories for multiple publishers. She also writes romance under the name Grace Marshall. At present she is excitedly publishing her Medusa’s Consortium urban fantasy series. The first three novels, beginning with In The Flesh, are now available.

Find K D Here:

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/
http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk
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BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/k-d-grace
Amazon: http://author.to/kdgrace

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Huge thanks KD! A fabulous intro….You’re going to have to buy the book to read the end of the sentence though!!

Next time on ‘Opening Lines’ I’m featuring Emmanuelle de Maupassant – so watch this space!

Happy reading,

Kay xx