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Opening Lines: Watch the Skies by Tanith Davenport

It’s “Opening Lines” time, and I’m delighted to welcome Tanith Davenport to my site, with the first 500 words from her re-released novel, “Watch the Skies.”

Over to you Tanith…

My excerpt is from my new re-release “Watch the Skies”, a piece I was inspired to write after many episodes of “Chasing UFOs” and “Destination Truth”. My characters are alien hunters, travelling out into the countryside at night in the hope of seeing something more than faint lights in the sky – only this time my alpha heroine, Aster, gets much more than she bargained for.

First 500 words of Watch the Skies

She liked to look out of her window at night and watch the stars.

It was a strange feeling. Sometimes it was curiosity, a desire to know what was out there. There had to be something, she was sure. They couldn’t possibly be the only intelligent life in the universe. Somewhere, no matter how far, there had to be other life, other knowledge.

But then, how far? Across unguessable gulfs, or closer by? Within their own galaxy, or lost somewhere in the immensity of space? Could it be possible that there was alien life within easy reach, or would it involve impossible travel to find them?

Sometimes it was loneliness. She wanted to find someone else out there, someone to communicate with, someone to know. It was difficult sometimes, feeling that she didn’t really belong. She often felt as though she was alone in a crowd, not like everyone else, abandoned in the midst of numbers.

Maybe out there in the universe there were others who would understand.

And then, at other times, she thought she saw lights, shapes. It was probably nothing. Airplanes, shooting stars. But at those times she would find her emotions changing as she watched, feeling a strange sensation of peace or belonging. She would find herself wanting to join them, yearning to cross that space and see them.

She could almost hear them in her head sometimes.

Ours. Ours. Ours.

Not that she ever would tell anyone that. People would think she was crazy. Hell, she often thought she was crazy. But it gave her comfort to feel wanted, even if it was all in her mind.

The strangest times were when she would feel lust.

Not for anything in particular. It was an odd, free-floating lust that seemed to attach itself to nothing. But sometimes she would watch the skies and find herself leaning hard against the window, one hand pressed to the zip of her jeans, clit throbbing, wet, aching to be touched.

She would never understand why, but she liked to think it was part of the sense of belonging. That sometimes she was wanted, needed, and in return they made her need. It was a sweet secret she would never share, bizarre and special and solely her own.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

She liked to picture them at times, imagine what they might look like. She had read so many different descriptions of alien life. Would they have the pointed face, wide eyes and spindly limbs of the traditional grey alien? Would they look more humanoid, blonde and sensual? Or maybe they would be completely different, unimaginable. She liked to think they would be recognisable, but maybe there were things out there that nobody had ever seen, or claimed to see.

The feelings of desire had come more often recently. More and more she had found herself aching, wanting, staring up at the sky in need. So many times she had yearned for someone to appear in front of her and touch…

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Blurb

Alien hunter Aster is frustrated in more ways than one. Her team haven’t had a proper encounter in months, and her cute teammate Wade is never going to see her that way – and no other man would let a woman like Aster take charge in a relationship anyway.

Until one night, out in the woods, when the team are engulfed in a white light – and overwhelmed with desire like they’ve never known. Suddenly Aster sees a new side to Wade, one that will let her give her alpha tendencies free rein…

But as the creatures they met return again and again, Aster begins to wonder what they really want – to see her and Wade together, or something more sinister?

Buy links:

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2IUkKrB

Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2MdrkID

Social media:

www.facebook.com/TanithDavenport

www.twitter.com/TanithDavenport

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40226308-watch-the-skies

tanithdavemport.blogspot.com

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Bio

Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists’ Association New Writers’ Scheme. Her debut novel “The Hand He Dealt” was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.

Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

Tanith’s idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.

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Many thanks to Tanith for that wonderful extract.

Come back in two weeks time for Emmanuelle du Maupassant’s “Opening Lines”

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x

 

The Collector and beyond…

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 three 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-egos, Jenny Kane and Jennifer Ash, 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 thought I’d still be 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 eBooks 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!! And I can’t believe that was 3 years ago! Time really does fly when you are having fun.

These days I do as much creative writing tutoring as I do actual writing- so if you need an erotica writing tutor- just shout!

The Collector, my very first solo work as an author, will always have a place close to my heart. With it’s menu of kink- something for everyone- it was a real learning curve for me a a writer – and I love it.

If you’re a fan of erotic short stories- then I have good news.  My ‘A Kink a Day‘ series (previously only available on Radish) will be coming to eBook world by the end if the summer…Start stockpiling ice cubes to cool you down after reading…

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Blurb- The Collector

Gathering salaciously erotic stories against an everyday backdrop of coffee shops, restaurants and bus trips, The Collector documents a wide variety of sexual encounters as she travels across Great Britain.
The Collector’s research takes her into every arena of the erotic experience, from 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?

Buy Links

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01EVVGYB2?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660  

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

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Still collecting…

Happy bedtime reading,

Kay xx

Opening Lines: Menagerie a Trois by Kellie Kamryn

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?

Buy Links:

Amazon

eXtasy Books

Kobo

Google Books

Also available at iBooks

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

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KellieKamryn/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KellieKamryn

Instagram: kellie_kamryn

Youtube 

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Many thanks Kellie. Fabulous starting point.

Come back next time for 500 words from Tanith Davenport.

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Jane Burrelli is Playing with Fire: Character Interview

Today I’m welcoming Jane Burrelli  back to my site with her latest installment in her Bridge of Fire trilogy- Playing with Fire. 

Let’s have a quick read of the blurb, and then listen in as Jane interviews some of her characters…

Blurb

When the gods breathed life into us they blessed us with an element, a pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.

Princess Nymira’s life changed forever when a coup forced her to flee north and in doing so she found herself mated to Zorren, the formidable Ice Lord. Their instant connection is undeniable but their budding relationship is not without challenges.

Mira must now face the open hostility of a foreign court as she attempts to carve out a niche at Zorren’s side. New enemies work tirelessly to drive a wedge between the newly mated pair and their tentative bond of trust is tested to the limit. Are Mira and Zorren strong enough to withstand the storm or will her most guarded secret drive them apart?

Forever.

Publisher’s Note: This is book two in the Bride of Fire Trilogy. This fantasy romance contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

Jane: Thank you for joining me this evening, for the official record can I please have you name?

Mira: Certainly, my name is Mira.

Jane: I mean you full name please, it’s not everyday that I get interview royalty. My that was a big sigh, surely a name cannot be that tedious?

Mira: Oh, it most definitely can. It must stay between us Zorren cannot know, it would make things even more precarious.

Jane: Of course, you can rely on my absolute discretion.

Mira: I am her Serene Highness, the Crown Princess Nymira of the House Pyria, direct descendant of Fa-Rahzil the first Emperor of Fire, daughter of Princess Eliska of the house Pyria and the Scourge of the West Lord Castro of the house Vatra, granddaughter of Emperor Ageiz II, Defender of the sacred flame, Heiress to the Throne of Flames.

Jane: *Owl eyes* Wow, that is some name.

Mira: Exactly.

Jane: Let’s start with a few easy questions; do you have any siblings?

Mira: No, due to longevity of our natural life spans we do not reproduce easily and as such siblings are rare, but I have a cousin, Xhara, we are like sisters. We were forced to split up when I acted as a decoy so that she could escape.

Jane: I see, and what’re your parents like?

Mira: My parents were Princess Eliska of the house Pyria and the Lord Castro of the exiled house Vatra. I barely remember them as they were assassinated when I was very young, but the story of their mating is infamous throughout the Firelands. My mother dared to defy the emperor and fell in love with the enemy. It made things a little strained when I went to live in the capitol.

Jane: Would you say you’re someone who can handle pressure?

Mira: I was raised in the court of my aunt, Empress Faustia II, what do you think? Expectations were placed on me from an young age and I learnt how to conduct myself as a member of the royal house, so it takes something exceptional to rattle me.

Jane: Let’s make the questions a bit harder, do you have any enemies?

Mira: I currently have a bounty on my head. The usurper who murdered the Empress, seeks to either kill me or imprison me which forced me to flee North.

Jane: When you fled north you must have been traveling light, what’s your most valued possession that you carry?

Mira: When I fled I carried my nation’s most sacred treasure, the sword of the first Emperor. It is priceless. Forged from the metal of a falling star it is the only weapon that allows tmy line to channel their greatest weapon. The sacred white flame that can burn through anything.

Jane: Your worst fear? You don’t have to answer this one if you don’t want to.

Mira: Failing to do my duty and not being strong enough to complete the task set to and being an embarrassment to the crown. My power – my inner flame is – lacking. My cousin, the next empress has started to produce the white flame that identifies our line and I..can’t…my power is mediocre at best.

Zorren: There you are!

Mira: Zorren? What is the meaning of this interruption?

Zorren: You disappeared, again.

Mira: I did not, just because you are paranoid-

Zorren: -and I wonder why that might be? Perhaps because you have a terrible habit of attempting to skulk away.

Mira: I do not skulk!

Jane: Now, surely we can be reasonable now, Zorren please stop icing up my floor, you are causing a health and safety hazard.

Zorren: What is a health and safety hazard?

Jane: It’s where – oh never mind.

Zorren: Do you remember what I said would happen the next time you wondered off, Hellcat.

Mira: You wouldn’t dare and stop calling me Hellcat.

Jane: Mira, please extinguish your hands, that sofa is highly flammable.

Mira: Zorren! Zorren put me down! I am not a sack of grain.

Jane: Apologies readers, we’ve had an unexpected interruption. Mira, has been carried off by one, highly determined Ice Lord and I don’t believe we will be able to reconvene anytime soon. But until that time, happy reading!

Purchase Links

Amazon Author Page UK: https://amzn.to/2GI6gdc

Amazon Author Page US: https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD0/

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Here’s a short extract…

Sharing the same breath as his lips gently brushed mine, he asked, “Tell me what you want?”

“To stop with the games and fuck me,” I snapped impatiently rolling my shoulders.

White briefly flashed in his eyes. “There is that word again,” he growled low in his chest. “This is not a fuck.” Bending, he claimed my lips for another drugging kiss. Hot and demanding.

“What is it then?” I demanded with a defiant toss of my head. “A claiming.” My body shivered at the primal statement. He plucked my nipple unexpectedly, lightning arced through me and I thrust my chest up. At last. “When your body will acknowledge mine as its master.” Gazing down at me, his eyes sparked at the possessive words, drinking in every dip and curve. I had nowhere to hide.

“Never.” The word didn’t come out as certain as I wanted. It was not a promising response. Large warm hands cupped my breasts, taking their weight as his heat seeped into my flesh. While his thumbs made hypnotic circles, his firm lips focusing on the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder. I tried to remain still and unmoved. A simple answering of urges had become a battle of wills, one I would not lose. Zorren smirked and my core quivered. “As my mate, you won’t be able to help it, Mira, you are helpless, the same as I.”

Bio

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

Jane x

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14842736.Jane_Burrelli

Twitter: https://twitter.com/blushingburreli

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/janeburrelli/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/janeburrelli/

Pintrest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/janeburrelli/

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/jane-burrelli

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Thanks Jane!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x

 

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

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.

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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

 

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