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NEW EROTIC ROMANCE RELEASE: Later by Charlotte Howard

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On October 29, 2018

In eBooks, erotic romance

NEW EROTIC ROMANCE RELEASE

 LATER

 By Charlotte Howard (@Shy_Tiger)

 #romance #eroticromance #romanticfiction

 Release Date: 26th October

ASIN: B07J2RB8V1

 Book Blurb:

Claudia Martins and her boss, Elliot Shepherd have worked together for five years, and have become close friends. After her boyfriend cheats on her, Claudia turns to Elliot for support. But, she’s been offered a job with a rival company – one that comes with the opportunity to climb the corporate ladder and make something of herself, and one that means leaving Elliot behind.

Would you pick a man over your dream job?

Buy Links:

LATER is available to pre-order from the 5th October at a sale price of 99p:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07J2RB8V1

The e-book will retail at £3.80 from November onwards.

A print version of the book will be available from November priced at £8.49

Extract:

She stared at the computer screen and the letter that stared back. Her finger hovered over the mouse; the white arrow-shaped cursor sat on top of the button marked ‘PRINT’. She took a deep breath and clicked it. The office printer whirred into action. It groaned loudly at having to work so late at night, blinking a single green light into the darkness. Claudia stood up when it finished and retrieved the paper. She folded it into a neat rectangle and pushed it into an envelope, scribbling Elliot’s name on the front. She went into his office and placed it on the keyboard of his computer. It was an impersonal way of handing in her notice, but she couldn’t face giving it to him in person, and it had to be done.

Her phone sang out, alerting her that she had an hour until Charlie’s gig started. It was more time than she needed. She checked her bag to make sure the VIP pass was still in her wallet.

“You’re working late again.” The sound of his deep voice made her jump. She glanced up to see Elliot leaning against the doorframe. He was still dressed in the same dark trousers and white shirt he’d been wearing all day, although he’d shed the jacket and tie. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, yet he still managed to look smart and professional, where a lesser man would have looked unkempt.

Claudia’s breath caught when she remembered the letter she’d left on his desk. She’d hoped that he wouldn’t find it until morning, when the office was a little bit busier, and he wouldn’t be able to make too much of a scene. “I…” She stumbled over her words, her tongue tied into knots, searching for a reasonable lie.

“Go home,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Get ready for Charlie’s gig. I don’t want him blaming me for keeping you here.”

She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and felt her cheeks heat. Standing up, she hoicked her bag onto her shoulder. “You’re right,” she said. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She walked towards the door, but he blocked her path. He had a good eight or nine inches on her, and she had to glance up to look at him. Elliot stepped to the side. She felt his stare burn into her neck as she walked out of the office. She wondered if he’d already found the letter, if he knew that she planned on leaving Aries Limited within the next four weeks.

About the Author:

“My career as a writer started when I was young, writing poetry and flash fiction for my friends and family. After a few minor successes of having pieces published in anthologies, and later on-line, I decided to have a go at writing a full-length novel. My first attempt was a bit of a disaster, but after years of practice, I finally got that coveted First Contract. Since then, I’ve written several more novels and short stories, and I don’t intend to retire for at least another 50 years.”​

​​Award-winning author, Charlotte lives in Somerset with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets and can always be found with a cup of tea in her hand. When she’s not writing or running around after small people and animals, she loves to eat curry and watch action films.

Charlotte is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association.

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.charlottehowardauthor.co.uk/

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Shy_Tiger

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

Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Charlotte-Howard/e/B00935EFFE

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5829768.Charlotte_V_Howard

Other Titles Available:

 Tirgearr Publishing –

SEVEN DIRTY WORDS

FOUR LETTER WORDS

THE BLACK DOOR

THE FINAL STRAIGHT

CITY NIGHTS: ONE NIGHT IN ABERDEEN

CITY NIGHTS: ONE NIGHT IN EDINBURGH

CITY NIGHTS: ONE NIGHT IN INVERNESS

Totally Bound Publishing –

TAKING CARE OF LEAH

Evernight Publishing –

A DIFFERENT KIND OF THERAPY (Winner of Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards 2017, and LR Café’s Best of 2017)

Self-Published –

STRANDED

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Many thanks Charlotte. Good luck with your new release.

Happy reading,

Kay x

When Three Isn’t A Crowd: The Story of Jo

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On October 26, 2018

In BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance

It’s with a big smile that I welcome Justine Elyot to my blog today as part of her blog tour. It’s been way too long since this mistress of the craft of the erotica had a new book out- I can’t wait to read it.

Hello, I’m Justine Elyot and I’m here to talk to you about my new BDSM menage romance, The Story of Jo.

Hands up if you like a menage! You don’t have to be in a poly relationship to enjoy reading and fantasising about multiple partners – otherwise menage romance would be a lot more niche than it is. It’s popular for a reason. Double the partners, double the fun. And, when it comes to creating drama in a plot, the menage has plenty to bring to the table.

That’s why I couldn’t quite believe I haven’t written a full-on menage novel before. What was I thinking?

The book builds slowly to the menage situation, since I always think this is a dynamic that needs a lot of tender loving care prior to introduction. Jo and Emmett, blissfully happy in their own relationship, invite Emmett’s friend and long-term boss/mentor, Charles Fox, to their housewarming party. Jo and Fox head out to buy an extra bottle of champagne…and things start to happen..

Back at the top of our street, Fox looked both ways before sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me tightly flush against him. The movement was sudden and violent and made me drop the paper bag with the champagne in it on the pavement – happily, it didn’t smash.

“What are you…?”

“Listen,” he said. “We need to talk, don’t we?”

“I can’t…”

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, Jo,” he said.

“Emmett…”

“You love Emmett. Emmett knows you love him. He also knows that I want you.”

“He knows that?”

“He knows it, and he encourages it.”

“Encourages it?”

“He told you, didn’t he, about Suzette?”

“Yes.”

“Neither of us minds sharing.”

“This is mad. You think Emmett would be OK with me…and you…?”

“I don’t think it,” said Fox, bending his forehead to mine. “I know it. We’ve discussed it.”

“But not with me!”

“Until now.” Fox’s lips were almost on mine. I could just push mine that little bit further and… “Emmett was worried about scaring you off, if it wasn’t what you wanted. But you’ve given me just about every signal there is that you want me just as much as I want you, so I think perhaps the time has come to raise the subject.”

“Emmett’s just being fair-minded,” I whispered. “Because he had something of yours, he feels he has to repay the debt. You aren’t equal. He sees you as his mentor, his superior officer. He feels obligated to you.”

“That’s not how it is at all. This is how it is – Emmett loves you, you love him, I love him, he loves me, I want you, you want me. It’s not complicated. It’s very, very simple.”

“If it was that simple…”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t…know…”

But there was something I did know, and that was how easily Fox made every inhibition slip away, stripping me nude in some kind of dance of the seven emotional veils.

I was still claiming not to know when I opened myself up to his kiss, warming myself against him as if he were a fire, our feet moving aside to accommodate each other. He was unexpectedly well built underneath his shirt, a contrast to my rangy Emmett, and I took pleasure in the difference.

His lips were not the same either, and he had a different way of kissing, harder and less voluptuous, but with such strength behind it that surrender was the only option. I couldn’t have said which kiss I preferred.

Perhaps, after all, variety could be the spice of my life.

“You’re sure Emmett’s all right with this?” I said, gasping as he let me up for air.

“Emmett is the most admirable person I know,” said Fox. “He doesn’t allow room in his head for negative emotions. He doesn’t get jealous, he isn’t insecure, and when he loves somebody, he wants them to be happy. Do you know how incredibly rare that is?”

“Yes, and I know how lucky I am to have found him.”

“He knows you’ll never leave him, and he knows I’d never take you from him.”

“Like with Suzette?”

“Not quite. I never thought she’d be mine for keeps, but that didn’t bother me. This is different – a deeper bond. But look, I’m not going to ask you to decide now. Take as long as you need to think about it. If you decide it’s not for you, nobody will hold it against you. It’s completely up to you.”

He pecked me once more on the lips.

“Your decision,” he whispered, loosening his grip on me and bending to pick up the champagne. “Now, shall we get on?”

The walk back, short as it was, was severely impeded by my burning solar plexus and rubbery legs. How could I snap back into the Jo I had been ten minutes ago? Everything had changed. Nothing was the same.

The swagger of Fox’s stride, the roll of his shoulders a few inches above mine, the lingering sense of his beard on my skin all merged into a kind of hyperreality, making my surroundings vibrate around me.

Six weeks into marriage, and I was already unfaithful, adulterous.

But was I?

Walking back into the house, I was suddenly intensely conscious that my lipstick must have been kissed off, and I put my fingers to my lips in a textbook gesture of guilty concealment.

Emmett clocked it straightaway, his eyes holding mine as Fox dropped the bag on the table and said something about having to be careful opening it, as the bottle had been accidentally dropped.

“I’ll get the glasses from the kitchen,” said Emmett. “Jo…”

He didn’t come up with a pretext to get me in there with him, but I guess we all knew that none was needed.

Away from Fox’s eyes, Emmett pulled me quickly into his arms, putting his own finger to my ruined lips.

“Are you OK?” he whispered.

I couldn’t speak. I looked into his face, loving it more than I had ever done before.

“We need to talk,” I said.

He nodded. “Later, yes,” he said, then he kissed me fiercely. “I love you.”

I felt the brim of tears.

“I love you too,” I said. “So much.”

 Blurb:

 “I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.”

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.
With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.
Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.
She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.
With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

The Story of Jo is available in print and ebook formats:

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TSoJKindle

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-story-of-jo

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-story-of-jo/id1420094618?mt=11

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303

Author bio:

Justine Elyot is the author of best selling erotic novels On Demand and The Business of Pleasure, as well as enough short stories to fill several anthologies.

She can often be found moaning about stuff on Twitter as @JustineElyot

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GIVEAWAY!

Make sure to follow the whole tour—the more posts you visit throughout, the more chances you’ll get to enter the giveaway. The tour dates are here: http://writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/justine-elyot-3/

Enter for your chance to win a £20/$20 Amazon gift card and a paperback copy of The Story of Jo.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/8b9ec5be188/? 

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Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

 

 

 

Opening Lines: Watch the Skies by Tanith Davenport

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On July 11, 2018

In eBooks, erotic romance, fantasy, Opening Lines Blog

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…

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On July 5, 2018

In BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance

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

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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?

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

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