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The Golden Shana Series: Blog Tour

On January 29, 2019

In Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance

The Day I Interviewed – Hang On Right There! –

Roman Alastair F*ck-Me-Rigid Castell!

By Emancietta “Emasculetta” Berkley

Sunny morning, late spring, and I still can’t wrap my head around it – I’m sitting on a park bench with Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell, admiring the riot of colours in the park gardens. It’s his park, open to the public six days a week. I mean the man is not even twenty-nine yet. He’s wearing one of his signature suits – no tie, cufflinks the price of Midas.

The Park, as it is popularly known in the city, as if it was the only park in Hamburg, surrounds the RAC Business Park, a building complex of chrome, glass and marble that reaches up to the skies. He dedicated the building to his mother, Lady Marissa. There’s a ginormous statue of her as the goddess Nike, the Goddess of Victory, riding a chariot, right in the middle of the park. So don’t mistake it for his other buildings, like the RAC Business Centre where he has his offices. We sit facing the statue. I decide that’s a good opener for the interview with this extraordinary man. But his blue eyes on me unsettle me and I say:

EB: Mr Castell, tell me about yourself, the real Roman A.N.B Castell.

[His smile is as straight as a shepherd’s crook.]

RAC: Ms Berkley, if you don’t know about me you’re yet to be born. There’s no Real Roman Castell and Unreal Roman Castell. I’m all of me.

[Those eyes and the smile are really hard to deal with. At least as a woman, and believe me I’m not the timid sort. But I’m thinking I only have one minute with him – yapp, ONE. He dictated that as the condition for this chance in a zillion to interview him out here in the open. There might never be another interview granted for the next decade. To anybody. So I skip asking about his mother, the woman he calls his favourite girl.]

EB: Is it true that you and Ms Berg broke up at the opera house La Scala in Milan? If so, why? You’ve been together for the longest time known in your history with the ladies as Europe’s Most Chased-After Bachelor & Dominant.

RAC: I’ll answer this for both of us. For me and for Ms Berg. We’re no longer sleeping with each other, but we’re the best of friends. In fact she may be my only close female friend. And I’m sure you can answer your Why question for yourself.

[Damn. I’m still chewing his first sentence in my racing brain. Was it a secret message to Ms Marie Berg? Or a coded one to me? Like: Don’t you dare bother her, Ms Berkley?]

EB: Mr Castell, there have been talk in certain close circles about you chasing after another lady, Ms Shana Lindqvist. We’re all wondering why you continue this quest when you can have any woman in the world at the—

RAC: Prof Dr Lindqvist is my novelty. She ups the anticipation while cancelling out the expectation. I prefer a woman with fire in the belly. The harder she battles me, the harder I get, pun not just intended but included. I don’t want a Stockholm syndrome relationship, with her bending to my will and doing everything I demand or anticipate, to please me, her captor. Instead, Prof Dr Lindqvist captivates me with womanhood defiance of the highest order. We are two sides of the same scale. In order for the equilibrium to be maintained, for us to work, we have to each have equal weight. That’s her, my woman.

EB: That’s not exactly what is associated with a Dom, Mr Castell.

RAC: You should never associate that with me, ever, Ms Berkley. Look for those breed of Dominants elsewhere. When all my commands are meekly followed, where’s the challenge? What’s left there to dominate?

[Lordamerceyanmeh!]

EB: You sound as if you and Ms—ah, Prof Dr Lindqvist are already an item. Anything we, as the public, should probably know?

RAC: You should learn the art of listening, Ms Berkley. I’m a ©Domristocrat. One of a kind. And I’ll make Dr Lindqvist my woman. My ©Subristocrat. I’ve patented those two words just for the two of us. A full century patent.

EB: I’m not sure I got that, Sir.

[I don’t know why I call him Sir – it just slips out of me. He smiles. I damn near fall off the bench, shift a little away from him. His aura-pull is forbidden and outlawed in Christendom. Or should be.]

RAC: Again, I derive no joy from boot-licking servility of the current trends in the scene, Ms Berkley. It has no originality to offer me and make me feel as if I were some feudal lord who needed slavish dependence to prop up my dominance. What I need is a woman with fire in the belly, dynamite in the brains and an indomitable spirit. A woman who would give me a good fight before I brought her down under my command. A woman who offers me half a dozen wars in hundreds of strategic battles simultaneously. A ©Domristocrat’s woman. My woman. The woman worthy of all of me, heart and soul. Did you get me this time, Ms Berkley?

[Gulp. OhJesusLordGulp. I’m not sure I have, and I’m not asking for clarifications. I dread what I might hear. For my own womanly safety. Normally I’m granite. I have a reputation and have been labelled “ball-crusher” and “Emasculetta” in my career as a journalist. My column, Emancietta’s Column, was dubbed Emasculetta’s Column.]

EB: It was an intriguing explanation, Mr Castell. You’re a determined man.

RAC: In all I do, Ms Berkley.

[He adamantly refuses to call me Emancietta, even after I’ve asked him to do so several times before we embarked on the interview]

EB: Do you have a way of knowing which woman is submissive simply by a glimpse at them, Mr Castell?

RAC: That’s part of the nature, Ms Berkley. It’s what a ©Domri is all about. I’m a ©Domristocrat and a hunter. I must know how to locate and single out the prey blindfolded.

EB: So what’s the difference between a Dom and a Domristocrat?

RAC: Me. I’m one of a kind. Patented, remember?

[His listing-to-port-smiles are nipple clamps, you can quote me on that. And then the under-look? Lordamercey!]

EB: Suppose, just suppose, you discover Dr Lindqvist is not inclined to the BDSM lifestyle, what would—

RAC: I’m thrilled she isn’t. That’s why she is my woman. She’s no submissive, she’s Subristocrat, Ms Berkley. And now, [he looks at his watch – a piece that cost about a third of America] you said you needed a minute. We’ve surpassed that.

[He rises, like an unfolding laid-back panther, towers over me, and holds his hand out to me. I look at it.]

RAC: I enjoyed the minute.

[My hand has found its way into his ultra-soft palm… Emancietta is Emasculetted.]

EB: Thank you, Mr Castell. The pleasure’s mine. And good luck, Sir.

[Over his shoulder… with that go-shower-little-one look]

RAC: For once, I just might need it, Ms Berkley. But challenges are me.

I watch him stride smoothly across his park to his Limited Edition Veyron, not any of his chauffeur-driven limos. The black and maroon thing he left parked a few hundred yards from the statue on the gravel paths that only gardeners’ vans are allowed to drive on.

I watch him drive himself off like a god in his own version of a chariot, out to outdo any other modern Ben Hur who would dare.

Wow. Make a note and chisel it on marble: I, Emancietta Berkley, had a private interview with Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell, on a sunny May midmorning in front of the statue he dedicated to his mother, Lady Marissa, at the RAC Business Park, for over one minute…

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Blurb: Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)

An evening at the opera house La Scala in Milan twirled the lives of five people into a web of intrigues, heartaches, human hunts, loss and revenge.

Roman: I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn’t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.

Shana: He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core … her soul … Danger. Keep far away from him.

Marie: Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.

Alyssa: He was the lover she wouldn’t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her.

Grieg/Phoenix: Had His Girl interpreted that Friday night as abuse? He’d only done what she wanted – protection of her cherished innocence.

Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)

What a difference a day makes… And it hadn’t been a day. It had been an evening in Milan. Brief moments of an evening. I didn’t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too – eureka! – had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.

Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I’d spoken three whiny words – Please call me! – to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?

Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.

Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.

When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the few photos I’d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.

A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.

And brains to go with it.

In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows – perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I’d really murder too. I didn’t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.

Svadishana’s arms and knickers and… heart?

What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.

No chance. Real was Svadishana.

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Opening Lines: La Contessa by S. Nano

By Kay Jaybee

On March 28, 2018

In BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, Opening Lines Blog

It’s Opening Lines blog time. Today I’m welcoming S.Nano to the site to share the first 500 lines from La Contessa.

Over to you Nano…

The setting for La Contessa is 18^th century Venice. Indeed, the city is almost like an extra character in the story, providing the perfect back drop for the perverted games and political plotting of its main character.

In writing the book I’ve attempted to draw the reader into the city with references to its art, fashion, culture and architecture. There’s a chapter featuring the card game faro, popular in Il Ridotto, the state gaming house, and another featuring a bizarre and lewd puppet show based on the characters of the Comedia Del Arte, popular during the period. The climax of the book takes place during Venice’s Carnivale with a regatta along the Grand Canal and a debauched BDSM ball which takes place in La Contessa’s palazzo.

It’s interesting featuring the opening lines of the book in this blog because, reading them in isolation, it becomes clear how important the city is as a backdrop for the book. The tone of my portrayal of 18^th century Venice is evident from these first 500 words. Immediately the reader is presented with a city that has seen grander times but which is now in decline. From his chosen spot my narrator, Roberto, observes both the physical decay of the city and the antics of its drunken and debauched inhabitants.

Little does he know… his world is about to become even more perverse and twisted when he enters the service of La Contessa.

The Opening Lines

This is a favourite place to ply my trade. Leaning against the flaking stucco of this dilapidated warehouse, the flickering wall lamps transform me into a shadowy figure of mystery as my alluring silhouette entices clientele into the dark passages of Venice.

From this spot I can see down the alleyway to a landing stage where gondolas are moored. If I glance to the left, I have a view of Campo di San Canciano with its numerous taverns and brothels, and the customers of Il Toro Nero as they stumble drunk into the night air. There can be no doubt in anybody’s mind what I’m offering when they see my slender, well-toned frame leaning against the wall, and the seductive glint in my eye. Oh yes, the Cannaregio is notorious. No-one scouring the alleyways in this district is ignorant of the erotic delights on offer here.

Tonight is unusually quiet. From this location there are many places I can take my clients depending on what perverse desires they have. There are the hidden, arched entrances of the disused warehouses and dilapidated merchant houses, once thriving and bustling, but long empty since the decline of trade through Venice. Occasionally it’s possible to sneak down to the gondolas bobbing restlessly on the canal for an encounter requiring more comfort. Often I’ve been chased off by an irate gondolier. Others know me well and, when it’s quiet, will let me use their gondola in exchange for a few soldi.

I could choose to work in the comfort of a brothel or a tavern like Il Toro, but why should I have my hard earned money creamed off by the madam of a bawdy house? No, I can make a fair charge for my special kind of service and keep the proceeds. And business is good.

You’d think anybody looking for a sexual liaison would yearn for a soft feather bed and a warm fire but no, often that’s not the case. Many of my clients prefer the debauched excitement of being fucked against the wall in an alleyway or having their cock sucked in the gloomy light. The frisson of being discovered is part of the allure. I know I’m good at what I do. I’m young, fit and in good shape. I know my boyish good looks appeal not only to the women seeking sexual excitement, but also to those men whose sexual preferences are for other men. I cater for them all.

My clientele is more varied than you might imagine. You’d think offering myself on the alleyways of Venice would only attract the lowest classes, but that’s not so. Eighteenth century Venice is an open minded, many would say decadent, city. You find all classes here, from nobility, who fancy a dalliance with the perverse, to working men, who will blow their wage on an encounter with a prostitute. They’ll all happily wander the lanes of the Cannaregio to satiate their sexual needs. Yes, I know; I’ve fucked duchesses and…

Buy links

Amazon.com

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079BTN5F1/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1516979481&sr=1-5&keywords=la+contessa

Amazon UK

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B079BTN5F1/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1516979601&sr=1-2&keywords=la+contessa

Kobo

https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/search?Query=La+contessa

Barnes and Noble

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/la-contessa-s-nano/1127888667?ean=2940158958274

Book Blurb

La Contessa

The most decadent city…

The most perverted mistress…

Renowned for her beauty and cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And eighteenth century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city, the perfect backdrop for her to play-out her debauched games and political ambitions.

She sends her maid, Julia, into the alleyways to search for a young man to act as her slave. Julia finds Roberto prostituting himself in the least salubrious district of Venice. He enters into La Contessa’s service to perform her bizarre and sadistic scenes.

From their first meeting there is a mutual attraction between maid and servant. The young couple engineer a series of sexual encounters, knowing the risks should their mistress discover them. Their situation is complicated when La Contessa rescues Becky and brings her to the palazzo as her submissive girl-slave. The interloper exposes Julia’s jealousies… and the feelings for her mistress.

How long can Roberto and Julia keep their love secret? Will Becky’s presence thwart their relationship? Will La Contessa’s scheming bring her the richest prize in all Venice?

All is resolved before the grand ball and masked, BDSM orgy held by La Contessa in her palazzo as the climax to Venice’s Carnivale.

Author bio

Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.

‘La Contessa’ is his third full length novel. ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of the classic Alice stories was published by Xcite Books and ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure was published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

He is a regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration for erotic stories in historical settings.

Web site: http://www.slavenano.co.uk/writing

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen

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Many thanks hun,

Happy reading everyone.

Kay x

Delivering Romance with Not Her Type

By Kay Jaybee

On February 14, 2018

In BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).

Thrown together by an unexpectedly mutual lust, it is on their third meeting, during a mid-fuck sharing of fantasies, that Jenny confesses to John that, despite their extensive differences, they have something very important in common – they both (usually), prefer women.

…Jenny let out a strangled whine, as much from the sensation of being so wonderfully full as from the irritation of having to wait to hear about his dream. An accompanying moan almost simultaneously escaped from John, as she gripped her pelvic muscles around his cock, holding and releasing him over and over again until she couldn’t wait any longer. “You’ve always wanted to what?”

John grinned wickedly, but said no more as he grabbed Jenny’s waist with one hand, thrusting faster, and snaked his other hand down between her legs to massage her nub. Now it was Jenny’s turn to lose her focus. Her film courier could have told her anything at all, and she would have been totally oblivious to what he’d said, as vivid red and orange bubbles of colour burst inside her head.

Shaking with the astonishing intensity of her orgasm, Jenny held onto him tight, digging her fingers into the ink-scarred arms.

She felt the shudder of John’s body as he threw his head back and came inside her. Wiping tangled hair from Jenny’s eyes, John eased himself away from her glowing body. At last he spoke, “I’ve got this picture in my head. I simply can’t shift it.”

“A picture of…?”

“Of you, and me, and…” He paused again, as if trying to decide if he should go on.

Jenny’s pulse-rate hit epidemic proportions. What the hell could be so outlandish that he’s struggling to tell me? Does he think I’ll run a mile or throw him out the house or something? “And…?” It was increasingly difficult to keep the frustration from her voice.

He took an audibly deep breath, “Of you, and me, and another woman.”

It took all her effort not to laugh. All that hesitation for such a standard bloke’s fantasy. But rather than mock, Jenny began to visualize the scene he was suggesting. Is this something he wants us to fantasize about together? Or something he actually wants us to do for real? As she studied her new lover closely, a buzz of excitement rose within her. Is he serious?

“Well?” For the first time since she’d met John he had a trace of uncertainty in his tone, and his confident eyes dipped and failed to meet hers.

So, he is serious. Moving closer to his naked body, placing both her palms flat on his chest, Jenny whispered into his ear, “You find her and I’ll do it.”

Never would Jenny forget the stunned look on John’s face as he spluttered, “What? Really?”

“Sure,” a knot of exhilaration gathered in her chest, and Jenny trailed her fingers lower, lightly twisting the hairs on his chest together in small clumps. “Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly be my first time with a woman.”

“It wouldn’t?!”

“No honey. It wouldn’t.”

A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…

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Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!

Buy links…

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345730&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+TYpe+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com – http://www.amazon.com/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-ebook/dp/B00C8PDEE4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1365345892&sr=8-1&keywords=Not+Her+Type+kay+jaybee

Happy reading everyone!!

Kay xxx

Sexy Just Got Kinky: ONLY 99p

By Kay Jaybee

On August 10, 2017

In BDSM, Book Publications, eBooks, erotic romance, News

HEY! Sexy Just Got Kinky is on sale…

Sexy Just Got Kinky has some scorchingly sexy stories between its pages.

All for ONLY 99p on Kindle!!

Sexy Just Got Kinky

Blurb

Welcome to Sexy Just Got Kinky, the third instalment of the Brit Babes’ Sexy Just series. Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.

As you’d expect from a Brit Babes anthology, there is something for all erotica lovers. Each of the eight of us has our own style and approach to the art, which means all bases are covered!

I have two stories in Sexy Just Got Kinky – one is an erotic romance based on the butt, and the other is a more traditional KJB tale, about the relationship between a slave and her master.

Here are a couple of extracts to tempt you with – both pieces are taken from the beginning of each of my stories.

Saddle Sore

“How many miles?” Leah took Luke’s bright yellow shirt, and threw it to one side.
“One hundred and forty-eight miles over two days.”
The masseur raised her eyebrows. “And yet you choose to cycle here the very next day? Your muscles can’t be that bad this time.”
“Actually, it’s the same day.” Luke gave Leah a half smile, “I came straight here. This is where the one hundred and forty-eight miles has delivered me.”
Her eyebrows rose higher. “You decided not to wait at all before you came here?”
“You told me I should come straight after my next ride so my calves didn’t foreshorten again.”
“This is true.” Leah moved towards the door which marked the gateway to her treatment room. She wasn’t ready for Luke to see how pleased she was that he’d arrived on her doorstep again.

saddle-sore-ahead
Hoping that his unexpected early evening appearance was because Luke couldn’t wait to see her again, Leah pointed to the screen in the corner. “If you could slip off your clothes. You can keep your shorts on if you want to, or you can wrap a towel around yourself.”
“I think I’ll lose them if that’s OK. The Lycra is feeling a bit personal at the moment, if you see what I mean.”
“I imagine the phrase hot and sweaty might also apply.”
“Sorry, it does. I should have thought. Would you like me to go home and shower first?”
It was the fractionally off key light laugh Luke gave as he spoke that told Leah she hadn’t misread the signs last time they’d met. Her pulse rate increased, but she managed to keep her voice sounding as professional as ever as she pointed to an adjoining room.
“There’s a shower through there. Why don’t you go and help yourself while I get things set up. You’re lucky my last client of the day cancelled, otherwise I’d have been sending you away.” Deliberately not looking at him, Leah asked, ‘Apart from your calves is there anywhere else that needs attention?’
“Oh yes.”
The unexpected gravel edge to his voice made Leah’s nipples push against the black cotton of her bra. “Really?”
“My butt is killing me in so many ways. You could say I’m saddle sore.”
“Go and shower. Don’t let the water get too hot. Then I’ll sort you out…”

finger-massage

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The Questionnaire

Dear Slut,
I expect to find this questionnaire completed, and placed on the correction stool, ready for me to read on my return from work.
As you were not permitted to speak yesterday, you will answer these questions so I may learn more about your experience.
TELL ME THE TRUTH. I want details.
From, Keeper.

1. Tell me EXACTLY what you did to prepare for the task I set you yesterday.
From the minute you’d left me yesterday morning Keeper, having told me of your intentions for the afternoon, the hands of the clock seemed to move so slowly. Time always drags when you’re not here, but yesterday the images you’d planted in my head made every second last a lifetime.
I couldn’t get the thought of what was to come from my mind. You hadn’t forbidden me to satisfy myself, and so I did—I had to.
I used the glass dildo you bought me for Christmas. I didn’t even have to rub myself to make sure I was wet enough for it. The sound of your voice as the orders came down the telephone already had my knickers soaking—I was wearing the pale pink lace ones with the almost, but not quite, see-through front.

I sighed far louder than you would have approved of as I pushed the dildo in. I was picturing your cock, Keeper. It’s so beautiful.
My eyes were closed as I played with myself. I could vividly see you pulling my ponytail back as, within my imagination, I crouched on all fours before you. I flushed with desire as you used my hair as a lever while you fucked me.
In reality, my right hand’s fingers danced over my nipples as I worked the dildo with the other. I am ashamed to say it didn’t take me long to come. And once I had, I was instantly aroused all over again. It was time to get ready to obey you…

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The other stories by my fellow Babes are SO hot- I urge you to dive into a copy of Sexy Just Got Kinky to see for yourself!

Available from:

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Happy reading

Kay xxx

Prime Day!! Paperback treat day!

By Kay Jaybee

On July 11, 2017

In BDSM, Book Publications, erotic romance, News

It’s Amazon Prime Day!! Why not treat yourself to a paperback for a change? If you have Prime, it’ll be with you tomorrow!! (Providing you order before 4pm)

How about a touch of Perfect Submissive?

Book One of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy

Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.

Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…

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Praise for The Perfect Submissive

“An excellently written book that leaves you wanting more.. also a good read with a partner too… This book really gets you thinking about your own wants and limits sexually as it entices you into the life Jess. A great read, can’t wait for the next book!” Amazon.co.uk

“Absolutely amazing read! I couldn’t put this down! Really liked it, lots of sexiness and very very raunchy! Highly recommend this book! I can’t wait to read the next book in series The Retreat!” Amazon

“A fantasy come true is when personal and work life merge into a sexual odyssey. Fables Hotel is one hotel a guest may never want to check out of, especially if one stays on the fifth floor. Young Jess is working at the front desk of the hotel. She assists with appointments and welcoming guests. Little does she know she’s caught the eye of Dominatrix Mrs. Peters. Mrs. Peters runs the erotic entertainment part of the hotel. Looking for a good submissive, she test Jess.

With a Ms. Jaybee story, I always know I’m going to receive three things. One, the female dominant is into mind games. Two, the submissive in the story won’t know if they are coming or going. Three, the sex will be smoking hawt! From an erotic standpoint, this story is completely a 5 star. Jess is tied, teased, tortured and tested. Every single scene is tantalizingly erotic. There are different combinations and delicious sexual fetishes. When the medical scene appeared, I nearly wet myself with a gush from my female love tunnel (Amazon required euphemism due to ridiculous censors). The rope bondage scene is incredibly vivid and sexy…This story is highly recommended to those who love a good mind f*** La Crimson Femme

“Author Kay Jaybee has a knack for sexy prose – and it can often come quick, fast, and dirty.

Her “Perfect Submissive Trilogy,” from Xcite Books, is a shining example of to-the-point lustful prose, penned in an unshakable style, and hitting all the marks expected from a well respected author. Reading her work leaves no doubt she is in control – both in her craft and in her knowledge of what readers want when it comes to sexy BDSM material…” Patrick Whitehurst

“After reading Kay Jaybee’s brilliant novel Making Him Wait, I dived head long into some of her shorter smut.

I worried that after the sheer brilliance of her novel there might not be enough time within the shorter books for her characters to slowly simmer and gently stew before she turned up the heat. HOWEVER, I should not have concerned myself as this book was so HOT it could have spontaneously combusted!

The novel brilliantly tells the tale of the Fables Hotel through the minds and story of the main characters, Jess, Mrs Laura Peters and Sam. The Fables is no ordinary hotel, Mrs Peters no ordinary hotelier and Jess, as it happens is not ordinary employee.

Mrs Peters, a masterful Dominant introduces Jess to the top floor of the hotel comprising of a series of five rooms each offering a unique BDSM experience including the mysterious Room 54 ~ each with their own dark secrets once the door closes behind the occupants.

Jess undergoes the rigors of her training under the watchful eye of the hotel Mistresses, moulding the new employee into a perfect submissive to join the top floor. Kay Jaybee paints a perverse and glorious picture of the girl’s journey into BDSM through spanking, humiliation and a perfectly submissive exercise regime!

Sam Wheeler, a hotel guest, does not escape Mrs Peters’ attention. Setting out to seduce the unwitting, although not unwilling Sam, Mrs Peters works her magic casting her net and drawing in her newest conquest, whilst weaving a wicked twist to the experience of the young trainee submissive as the novella reaches its explosive climax.

If you like your erotica overflowing with kink, fetish with dark and satisfying sprinkles which leave you squirming in your seat then you won’t be disappointed.” Anonymisslily.

“If you like your BDSM dark and full of tension, then this is the book for you. Overall, a fab read. Absorbing from beginning to end with lots of delicious twists and turns, it left me wondering when the sequel is coming out!” – Erotica For All

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‘…Most readers of the genre will be familiar with Kay Jaybee’s name and high quality writing. Kay’s short fiction has appeared in countless anthologies and The Perfect Submissive is a testament to her skills as a phenomenal writer. Thank you, Kay. The Perfect Submissive is a brilliant title. The book is fun and well-written and upholds my personal conviction that there are many good authors out there producing high quality erotic fiction.’ See the full review by Ashley Lister at the ERWA

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“It was one of the better ones [BDSM novels] that I have read… overall, The Perfect Submissive is a great read. The plot is excellent and it leaves you wondering what is going to happen next?” – Sizzling Hot Books

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“Readers who have already experienced stories by Kay Jaybee will be expecting the dark level of eroticism but those not familiar with her work, be warned: THE PERFECT SUBMISSIVE is more than a little spanking and is not for the faint of heart (or even for those of us who enjoy a little light BDSM story). If you like your erotica dark and dirty, then this is the book for you.” The Romance Reviews

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“If you like to read ultra-kinky, smart erotica, then this book’s for you.” Oysters & Chocolate

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“Oo-la-la, this book is hot, hot, hot…Keep a cool drink handy while you are reading, and perhaps a fan, because this book will bring the heat…” Books, Books, and More Books

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“a fast paced read and I loved that its so different as Kay maintains a wonderful level of sexual tension throughout the whole book keeping you on your seat to what is going to happen next…These trials are not for the vanilla readers out there as its full on BDSM, spanking, humiliation, flogging, girl on girl and group sex. We gradually get to see inside each of the 5 specialised rooms and I loved that Kay left room 5 till the very end; leading to the exciting super sexy climax that I certainly wont be giving away; you have to read this to see and no you wont guess what’s behind door 54 but I want that room…I have read a few of Kay’s short stories and enjoyed those too, but this full length novel has to be my favourite so far… So if you like your sex with more imaginative kink this is the book for you…” Midnight Boudoir

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“…10/10 for sexiness, 10/10 for plot, this page-turning book will give every dominatrix and submissive something to smile about! ” Happily Experimenting c/o Lovehoney

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“…Many of us have read 50 Shades of Grey… this blows it out of the water! It is much more realistic and accurate to the world of BDSM, the sex is far more believable…Kay Jaybee is a brilliant writer, and I am looking forward to reading a lot more of her stuff! Thank you Lovehoney for introducing a new favourite author into my life! I for one can’t wait to see what happens to Jess should Kay release a follow up of the book!” Jenkat c/o Lovehoney

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“Ms. Jaybee writes a sensual, sexually hot tale of the BSDM world with such detail that I sat in her world watching, breathing in the scents of lust, and feeling the ripe tension zing through my own body. I enjoyed this entertaining erotic experience and if you like tales of BDSM, you’ll certainly appreciate this one.” – Kay Dee Royal

*****

“What a fantastic read! Kay Jaybee never fails to deliver. What I love about her writing is that she often teases you down a corridor in which you think you can guess where you’re going only to have another steamy corridor open in it’s place. The Perfect Submissive is just one of those books. A number of times I thought I could guess where it was all leading only to have Miss Jaybee show me a more erotic way to end things. The Perfect Submissive is fantastic and know how to leave you wanting more sex of the kind you couldn’t even imagine. However, what really makes this book is the great story and strong charismatic characters Kay has created a long the way. …. Maybe a Fire escape wouldn’t go a miss next time.” Chris Bowness

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“…The Perfect Submissive does deliver. There is a truly impressive creativity at work here so that each scene feels fresh and original. The build-up of tension and sensation is well executed…” Charlie J Forrest

A joint review for The Perfect Submissive and The Retreat–

“…The characters are fascinating with a depth that you don’t get often. They each have various facets to their personalities that make them unique and realistic. They are compelling and one moment you will love them and the next moment
hate the same character. This is true throughout both books as we are
introduced to new characters in The Retreat while keeping a continuation with a
couple of characters from The Perfect Submissive… Kay Jaybee does a great job of involving us in the plight of various characters especially the main character, Jess…”

Illustrious Illusions.

Don’t miss Book 2- The Retreat– or Book 3 – Knowing Her Place and the novella finale- The New Room

Happy Prime Buying!

Kay xx