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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

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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.

*

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

 

JOURNEY’S END: Knowing Her Place

From the 25th June, you’ll be able to read the re-released final full length episode of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy – Knowing Her Place.

Hot on the heels of The Fifth Floor (Book 1) and The Retreat (Book 2 ), Knowing Her Place finishes Jess Sanders’ eventful introduction to the world of submission and domination.

To get back to where she started however- the Fables Hotel in Oxfordshire- Jess had one hell of a journey to go on- and if she doesn’t get that collar off her neck, Mrs Peters is going to go mad…

More details very soon…

In the meantime, why not catch up with Jess’s early adventures?

 

 

 

 

The Fifth Floor:

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

The Retreat:

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

Happy reading,

Kay xxx

 

 

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

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:

Pick a Genre Already

Pick a Genre

Breaking Genre

Twitter

Facebook (timeline)

Facebook (author page)

Pinterest

Amazon 

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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

Fetish.com: Site Review

I have spent far longer writing this site review than I have or any other – there is a very good reason for this. There is just so much to see at Fetish.com!

I’ll start this review with those all important first impressions- Fetish.com is bright, accessible, user friendly and non-threatening. It only takes a few minutes after joining Fetish to realise there is something there for everyone. And I do mean everyone.

Primarily of course, Fetish.com is a resource for those who want to meet other like-minded folk. The chat rooms and contact facilities are easy to use and wide ranging. Within only minutes of joining the site I was the lucky recipient of many messages- and more excitingly for me- several virtual spanks. (OK- so maybe I shouldn’t like those as much as I do- but hey- why not?). Associated with the dating possibilities and meeting opportunities, are regular updates on forthcoming events for those who live the scene (such as those run by my lovely friends at Smut UK up in the Manchester region). It is a straight forward process to narrow down the hunt for events local to your geographical area and personal tastes.

Talking of straight forward – joining Fetish.com is refreshingly simple. (Providing you are OVER 18). There are no hoops to jump through; simply invent a nickname that you want to be known by on the site, make up a password, and have your email address (which will not be shared) on hand. I would recommend you have a photograph at the ready as well- one that you are happy to share. This will add that extra level to your profile, and guarantee you more interaction if you are joining Fetish for community/chat/potential dating interaction. (Obviously, if you are not joining to meet people or make friends, then a photograph is less important.)

Fetish.com is not just an excellent place for those who are into the scene. It is also a safe place for the curious to explore. At some time in most people’s lives, curiosity strikes where the world of fetish sex is concerned. What is it like? Would I like it? How can it be arousing? What do people get out of it? The questions are endless. Not everyone wants to explore the possibilities in reality, but they like the idea and it is enough for them to fantasise about what intrigues them without having to join in. The voyeuristic peeping into the fetish world is as enticing and fulfilling for some as active involvement is for others – and Fetish.com accepts and embraces that.

My favourite part of Fetish is without doubt the magazine. There are many excellent articles available – from everything you ever needed to know about sex toys- how to equip a pony play stable- which are the best collars and cuffs to use – and how to ‘get medical.’ Fun and safety are addressed in equal measure- but without being preachy. I was particularly impressed with a recent post on the horror of ‘Kink Shaming’, and another about how to make long distance BDSM relationships work. This latter post I have since recommended to a number of friends who have struggled with such an issue in the past.

Much of being an erotica writer calls upon my inner voyeur. This makes Fetish a great place to visit for my business side as well as for pleasure. Reading the articles helps me gauge my audience and develop my story lines so that they appeal to as many people as possible- as well as helping me to keep up with current trends in the fetish world.

Fetish.com is a wonderful space for everyone – from those who want to learn more about the lifestyle without necessarily getting involved, to those who embrace the fetish world on a daily basis.

My over riding impression of Fetish.com is that it engenders trust, displays fun, and accepts every fetish as an equal with every other. Sadly, this is not always the case on BDSM and fetish based sites.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go and check out the forum….

Kay xx

 

 

 

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