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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

 

PREORDER AVAILABLE: Knowing Her Place (The Perfect Submissive, Book 3)

I’m delighted to announce that the re-edited, re-covered and re-released third book in The Perfect Submissive trilogy, Knowing Her Place, is now available for pre-order!

Blurb:

Full of unanswered questions after her erotic fairytale experience at The Retreat in Scotland, Jess Sanders is desperate to return to her submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxfordshire.

Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess, The Retreat’s owner, David Proctor, isn’t willing to let her go without sending the so-called ‘perfect’ submissive on one final mission. Only if Jess succeeds in the task he sets her, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around her neck.

With a list of five unfamiliar addresses to hand, Jess is placed in a car and driven away from The Retreat towards England. With no idea of what, or who, awaits her at each location, all Jess can hope for is that the journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.

To the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel, where Miss Jess Sanders truly knows her place.

Knowing Her Place follows on from The Fifth Floor and The Retreat.

Available from:

Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo – link coming soon.
Smashwords

Reviews

“Kay kicks ass again! Jess is whisked away on a journey completing tasks set by the devious David Proctor in her bid to be finally rid of him and return to The Fables and the arms of Miss Sarah. The story meanders deliciously introducing us to more interesting and intriguing characters along the way. Boundaries are pushed and once again I was led willingly and wantonly into different sexual experiences that left me panting and needing to catch my breath!…” Goodreads

“…the author has a very devious and sneaky mind. She lulls you into thinking that “it’s not so bad, I can do this” thoughts that Jess would have, but realizing with each new chapter that it is getting more and more complex and intense. It’s like hearing ice cubes tinkling in a glass but knowing damn well there’s an avalanche coming. I have said before that this author can twist your emotions with her stories and she does just that with this one right up to the end. ” Amazon review

“Finally! I feel like I have been waiting on this book for a year. I have been anxiously waiting for it to come out once I found out Kay was going to write a third story in the Perfect Submissive Trilogy. I just love the characters in these books. Kay draws you into the story and makes you feel like you are part of the family. I loved every minute of it. I am sad to see it end… The Perfect Submissive trilogy than I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! You will not be disappointed at all. Come on over and fall in love with all the characters and Kay’s writing like I have…” Amazon review

“AMAZING !!!! This has been a total pleasure to read. I have read all now in the trilogy and couldn’t wait for each to come out Loved every twist and turn in the plot ,I was so addicted to this, that i couldn’t put the book down every chapter slipped into each other so smoothly . I love Kay Jaybee’s work and this is right up there on my best book list.” Goodreads

“3 books (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place) that I could put down and finished in a couple of days! Story line is gripping and the characters are well described and easy to picture” Amazon UK 

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Happy pre-ordering!

Kay xx

Hidden Embers (Book 1 Bride of Fire) by Jane Burrelli

I am delighted to welcome Jane Burrelli to my place today to share a little from her brand new erotic fantasy- Hidden Embers.

Over to you Jane…

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

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

 Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

 This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

 (Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.)

Extract

“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful.

“You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare.

“I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief.

“Trust me, it hurt.”

His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colours so easily.”

The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits.

“Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now!

“Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out.

“Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “

Try again…”

Buy 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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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!

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

  

Many thanks for coming along today Jane,

Good luck with the first in your ‘Bride of Fire’ series.

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xx

Uriel, you naughty boy: Guest Blog by Janine Ashbless

Today I am delighted to be joined by one of the very best erotica writers out there. In fact- one of the best writers out there. Janine Ashbless is simply brilliant- and her latest novel has just hit the world.

Over to you Janine…

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I’m such a generous author. In my fallen angel trilogy The Book of the Watchers I give my heroine not one but two hunky guys fighting for her love and making her life completely bloody miserable jolly exciting – one angelic and one human; one dark and one blond; one extrovert and one introvert. I make them both as provocative and challenging and complex and horny as I possibly can, in their very different ways.

But a third hottie I wrote for myself.

Uriel is one of the four great archangels in many monotheistic traditions.  His name means “God is my light” and he’s often depicted carrying a flame or a sun in his hand. Do you know what other name means “light-bringer”? Lucifer.

In my trilogy, Uriel is Satan, the Adversary – not fallen, and not to be confused with either the Devil or the Tempting Serpent. He is the prosecutor of the Heavenly Court (which is actually how he’s depicted in the Old Testament Book of Job). And nobody likes him much, and nobody wants to hang out and talk to him, except for my heroine Milja. He’s an ongoing antagonist, always lurking at the margins, interfering to make sure things never go smoothly for our heroes.

He fancies Milja, but he can’t admit it to himself because he thinks he’s above such earthly lusts. He’s lonely too, and he can’t admit that.

Uriel really is me indulging myself. He’s never a serious contender for Milja’s interest … though you might say that they wind each other up erotically. He’s not the sort of character that appeals to romance readers either, as far as I know, because although really handsome he looks too old. He’s a silver fox, and he’s a jerk. A massive arse. He’s the Peter Capaldi Doctor on a particularly heartless day. He’s Terrance Stamp playing a villain. He’s snobby and vain and sarcastic. He’s the most white and middle-aged of unfashionable white middle-aged men.

But you know what? I’m white and middle-aged too and I like clever, no-time-for-fools, sarcastic men. Let me have my fun in print! And there’s plenty of action going on for everyone in these books, believe me 😉

xxx

Janine

The Prison of the Angels, the final novel in the Book of the Watchers trilogy, and the story of a young woman who releases a fallen angel from centuries of imprisonment, is now available from Sinful Press.

“When there’s war in Heaven, on which side will you stand?”

Blurb:

I thought I was a good girl. I thought that no matter what others did for my sake, I could stay innocent. I thought that as long as I acted out of love, I’d be blameless.

I was wrong, wasn’t I?

Milja Petak’s world has fallen apart.

Her lover, the fallen angel Azazel, has cast her aside in rage and disgust. The other contender for her heart, the Catholic priest Egan Kansky, was surrendered back into the hands of the shadowy Vatican organization, Vidimus, after sustaining life-threatening injuries.

She has killed and she has betrayed. She is alone, homeless, and at the end of her tether – torn apart by guilt and the love she has lost. But neither Heaven nor its terrifying representatives on Earth have finished with Milja. Both of her lovers need her in order to further their very different plans, and both passionately need her, though they may try to deny it.

Milja is once again forced into a series of choices as she uncovers the secrets Heaven has been guarding for centuries. But this time it is not just her heart at stake, or even the fate of a fallen angel.

This time, the choices she make will change everything.

This time it’s the End of the World.

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Excerpt:

 

I was bootless and naked, almost knee-deep in a drift. I still had my panties in my right hand, but they seemed purposeless so I tossed them away with an uncomprehending laugh, starlight fizzling against my bare flesh. I shook out my hands and lifted my arms to the moon, feeling its glare lap me like a cold tongue. Every particle of my flesh was filled with its glow.

My hair unwound itself from its braid and spread out on the air, a dark cloud.

“Milja?” It was Egan’s voice, all resonance flattened by the snow. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just fine! Over here! Look at the aurora!”

He waded into sight between the small trees, looking around himself in confusion; up at the laden branches, down at his hands. “I can see every flake,” he said wonderingly. “I could see where you danced in the snow.” He finally caught sight of me properly. “Ah.”

I came to him through the snow, feeling the squeak of its compression beneath my bare soles. He was muffled up in all his outdoor gear, and I recognized my discarded clothes in his gloved hand.

“You’re not cold then?” he said faintly.

“I’m hot,” I giggled, pulling the garments out of his hand and dropping them aside, then catching his gloves and drawing them off to discard too. I put his hands on my waist so that he could share my body-heat; they felt cool to me.

“I can count your eyelashes,” he whispered. His pupils were hugely dilated, making his eyes look black and empty.

“I’m impressed,” I laughed, drawing his hand up to cup my bare breast, where it belonged. “My eyes aren’t even down there.”

He made a valiant effort to lift his gaze back to my face, but failed. He seemed hypnotized by the sight of my naked body, by the in-curve of my waist and the swell of my breasts. “Oh God. That mead was spiked. There was something in it—I don’t know what.”

“Angel blood.” I quivered as his fingertips found my erect nipple. “It’s made with blood.”

“What’s it doing to us?”

“Don’t worry.” I stretched up to brush my face against his, and the press of my body forced him to move his hands around to my back and my ass, skin gliding over skin, testing the slopes and curves like they were snow mounds he dare not deface. “Just enjoy.”

He made a broken noise in his throat, but his hands were everywhere.

I brushed my cheek against his, teasing his lips with the promise of my own. His frozen breath had formed a crust of rime on his stubbled jaw and I kissed it away.

“Milja.” The word was thick with desire. “Don’t.”

 

Praise for this series:

Book 1: Cover Him with Darkness

Book 2: In Bonds of the Earth

 “An absolute must-read.”

Rose Caraway, The Sexy Librarian

 “Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code, only much better written and with much more sexiness involved.”

—Clitical

 “Damn, if Dostoevsky wrote smolderingly hot erotica about fallen angels, he’d be Janine Ashbless.”

Samantha MacLeod

“The first two books of this series are smart, sexy, literate, gripping, and moving. I can’t wait for the third.”

Jaqueline Brocker

“Oh it’s incredible. I love this series and the final book is a masterpiece.”

—Anna Sky, Sexy Little Pages

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Buy Links-

 Sinful Press

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Kobo

Google Play

Barnes and Noble

iTunes 

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Photo by David Woolfall

 

Bio:

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore.  She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.

Her work has been described as: “hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.”   (Portia Da Costa)

www.janineashbless.blogspot.com

www.janineashbless.com

Goodreads

Janine Ashbless Facebook

Amazon UK Author Page

Amazon US Author Page

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Thank you so much Janine- great blog!!

I urge you – if you haven’t read Janine’s work before- buy it now!

Happy reading,

Kay x 

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