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Monday, 2 December 2013

Oh What a Night!

Well, I had my first saucy book launch at White Rabbit fetish boutique on Friday night! It was fabulous! Loads of my friends came along and the oodles of nipple cupcakes I made were munched and the fizz flowed beautifully.
My amazing friends had flowers waiting and even more came along later - I honestly felt like a (naughty) princess!

White Rabbit was an ideal venue - a sumptuous mix of art, kink, and the erotic - I love it there.

Heather kicked things off by telling us a little about the shop and how it began then I introduced the
wonderful Lady K who dazzled us with her elegant poise while she read from A Clockwork Butterfly. (which is in the 50% off Beachwalk cyber Monday sale today only! 2nd Dec)

It was amazing to hear someone else read from my books - doesn't happen often as they are so explicit - but the Lady did an incredible job navigating her way through the rude words - in fact, I think I can say we all enjoyed that ;)

Then I was lucky enough to have the fabulous poet Karen Duncan to read from her debut collection,Travelling by Imagination her poems are moving, joyous, sensual and thrilling! Buy it here!

She may have witnessed a nervous tantrum or two on the way to the venue so I have to say she handled my wobbles with grace and good nature (thank goodness).

Then it was time for a musical interlude - unfortunately we didn't have a willing musician in our midst so we all had a fab sing-a-long of that old favourite "Heads, balls and bums and tits (bums and tits)"! I loved that bit!

I chatted about the fabulous Brit Babes - come along and join us for sexy reading joy!

Then the lovely Ms Duncan came back on and astounded me with a poem she'd written for me - words can't describe what an honour that was - just incredible. Thank you.

Then it was time to read from Taking Flight, the book I was launching. I asked everyone if they would like a tame reading or saucy one - they replied tame, of course, so I read the bit about copyright and publishing on
the inner cover!

Ha! As if! They were there for the smut so I read one of my favourite parts where the leading couple have their first encounter with some BDSM...

I'll pop it on at the end but I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who came along and made the night so special - I was indescribably nervous about it all but you all made it fun and easy. Thank you! Oh and you simply must pop in to White Rabbit for that extra special Christmas present - for you or your love - you won't be disappointed!

Big love to all my friends and family who are so supportive, generous and gorgeous and especially my A, my muse x x

So here's the little naughty bit I was telling you about!

‘Shh.’ He reached back, halting her with his palm, ‘Listen.’ In the distance was a rhythmic cracking sound, biting into the air. Almost like a twig snapping underfoot but not quite. It was followed every now and then by a whimper. Deborah froze. The acoustics of the forest were oppressive yet oddly echoed the noise. It seemed to ricochet off the bark of the tree trunks and bounce right to them. She could tell Marcus was intrigued and he started moving, more cautiously this time, palming the branches as he went, being careful not to let them spring back in her face. As they moved closer to the sound, there was a small incline to climb. They got down on their bellies and crawled to the brow, which descended into a natural birch-lined amphitheatre. Deborah held her breath and stared at the sight before her.
Between two trees, a naked woman was tied spread-eagled. Lash marks were visible over her back and thighs. Her long hair tumbled about her shoulders as she let her head fall back. A scruffy-looking man wearing only woodcutter’s breeches stood slightly to the side of her, wielding a switch of what looked to Deborah to be red hazel. As they watched, the man sliced the switch through the air and whipped the woman soundly on the buttocks. She let out a throaty groan and Deborah went to spring forward to demand what was going on. No sooner had she twitched the first muscle than Marcus pounced on top of her, flattening her to the ground and holding her mouth closed. She breathed angrily though her nose as they kept watching the scene of torture.
‘Shh,’ Marcus growled into her ear. ‘Just watch.’ It was all she could do, pinned to the forest floor with her face aimed at the show. She was bewildered and all her instincts wanted to free the poor woman who was being so savagely beaten. Struggling, she tried to wriggle out of Marcus’ grip, but he held her fast and whispered again, ‘I mean it, watch …’
She relaxed her body, knowing the battle would be lost anyway and stared. The woman was swaying in what must have been agony on the ropes which bit into her wrists and ankles. The weight of Marcus on her back stifled Deborah’s breath. The whip lashed the woman once more. When the cry came, Deborah was shocked to feel Marcus pressing his pelvis into her behind. He was obviously enjoying the scene and his cock began to stir and harden, pressing into her flesh. Deborah didn’t know what to feel and was suddenly furious as he stared to slowly hump her bottom through their joint layers of clothing. She was about to scream out and throw him off when she saw the tied woman look round to her captor. Her eyes were sparkling and the most dazzling smile crossed her face. He let the cane fall to his side for a moment and leant in to kiss her, long and sensuously, while his free hand reached down between her legs and began to massage her pussy and arse. The woman responded by pressing her hips backwards, exposing as much of her sex to his advances as she could while tied to a tree. Marcus’ cock stiffened further as the man began to finger the woman slowly with two thick digits. Deborah saw that the fingers of the man and the inner thighs of the woman were slick with desire, and she started to feel the wet tingling in her own pussy…

Thank you for joining me today x x  xx x


Monday, 18 November 2013

Look What Arrived!

Yay!

Tah-dah!
I shall go to the ball! Well, what I mean is, there will be real live books at my booklaunch! Look what was delivered to me today...

So I'm pretty excited!
There's been some reviews coming in for Taking Flight

"Once again, Tabitha has really excelled herself with this novel and left me gasping with both shock and delight." Sassyele Amazon 5* review

To read more or buy here's the Amazon uk link
and Amazon com

And if you fancy coming along to my book party - here's the details of that!

Thanks lovelies x x x

Monday, 18 June 2012

Launch Day And Lucky 7!

I'm adding my lucky 7 in with this post - as it's got all the details of my blog tour this week - I nominate - Lacey Wolfe, Scarlett Hart, Pepper Anthony, Ella Jade, Jaye Shields, Aimee Duffy, Lexie Bay - so here's what you do - go to page 77 of your newest release and post the next 7 lines or sentences - then nominate 7 more authors to do the same!

here's mine - what are they going on about? It's from A Clockwork Butterfly!

Tipping what she could into the beaker, she saw the consistency was different than usual. It slipped down the edges in clumps over her hands. It felt sticky and awkward as she tried to catch as many of the droplets as she could, streaking the outer glass and making a mess. She knew it was contaminated. When she’d captured as much of the fluid as she could, she wiped the beaker with her robe. She held it up to the light but it was plain to see what had happened. She placed it on the table in the full rays of autumn sun that had broken through the earlier mist and went to join Angelo in defeat on the bed.

Keep reading for details of my blog tour! Well, I have been limping along - laptop broken, NO BROADBAND! Everything falling apart - but thanks to some lovely friends lending me everything I need - I have made it to launch day!! A Clockwork Butterfly is now live!

Saving the world erotica style with my new futuristic romance! Warning - a whole lotta lovin going on - bdsm, menage, f/f, f/m But above all - ROMANCE!

Take a look at my trailer - with music by the fabulous Num - keep reading for my blog tour details and a snippet x x



BLOG TOUR!!!
Thank you to the lovely blog hosts who are enabling my tour this week - you can find me at...

22nd June: http://adrianakraft.com/blog/

A Clockwork Butterfly by Tabitha Rayne - Futuristic Erotic Romance

Blurb:
Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?

Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.

Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She's assigned a male who's predicted to be her perfect match.

Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor.

Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn't know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love?

Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f, f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction
A little taster…
Lena hardly breathed as her fingertips reached out to the tiny flapping creature. Could it be? She trembled, trying to stifle her excitement with the fear that it might disintegrate beneath her touch, just as it had nightly in the dreams that plagued her.
Closing her eyes, she waited to be jolted into the reality of her cold, empty room. But it was different this time; her fingers flinched as they brushed something real. Lena opened her eyes and picked up the golden butterfly, laying it in her palm. Slowly, the tiny wings stopped beating.
Lena realized her lungs were at bursting point and exhaled up into the ceiling, fearful of sweeping the treasure away with her breath. She studied the lifeless creature carefully. It was so beautiful, so intricate.
"At last," she whispered into her quivering hands, bowing over with relief. "I've been waiting so long."
* * * *
Lena James Lee waited excitedly in the bustling throng of women all the same age as her. They had been picked up by the coach from various stops throughout the country and most were rumpled, tired, and anxious. They all knew why they were there; their fates had been decided by the Archmatrias long before they had known anything of the manors or what it meant to be a collector.
Lena's mother had been so proud; she was the only one in her whole community who had been given the special invitation to attend training.
"Remember, Lena," her mother had advised quite forcefully, "it's not just your life that depends on this."
Lena had hopped on the coach without a care in the world. Now though, rumors swelled, starting with hushed whispers and giggling until all-out mayhem ensued.
"They make you wear nothing but a golden thong and you have to crawl around on the floor, parading yourself," Mae, a loud, stunningly beautiful girl shrieked.
"Are there really men? Do we get to see them?" Lena tentatively asked her in a rare quiet moment.
"Honey, we do more than see them." Mae cackled and swiped Lena playfully on the back of the head.
Lena felt her cheeks burn, it was clear that the other young women knew a lot more than she did.
"Are you really telling me you don't know what you signed up for?" Mae leaned in to Lena. "Has no one ever told you what that's for?" she whispered lavasciously into Lena's ear and slid a hand up the inside of her thigh.
The truth was, Lena had been brought up with great solemnity about becoming a collector. All the girls were vetted and tested from a very young age and if they showed promise in any of the four categories, their life was pretty much mapped out for them from that day. Lena had been pinpointed as a good candidate for a collector because of her striking looks, poise, and perfect proportions.
"Lena, my dear." Mae looked at her intently. "I think your mother followed the rules on abstinence and denial a little too carefully!"
"What do you mean?"
Mae rolled her eyes. "I've never met anyone so sexually unaware in all my life! You must be at least twenty-one, and I bet you've never even pleasured yourself, let alone anyone else."
Lena recalled the delight on her friends' faces when she'd brought out her prize-winning lemon meringue pies at tea parties.
"Yes, I have," she said defiantly, knowing in her heart that confectionary was not what Mae was talking about…


Thank you so much for stopping by! x x x

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Diane Alberts - Why Romance?


It is my pleasure to have Diane Alberts with me today, talking about her love of romance and treating us to an excerpt from her new book Kill Me Tomorrow. So sit back, relax, take five minutes to yourself and read all about it - the trailer is fab too. Looking forward to this one! 

Why romance?
People often ask me why I write romance. Why the heck not? I love telling the story of boy meets girl. And I love all of the passion, lust, love, and even hatred that ensue. And, I will admit it; I am addicted to Happily Ever After. In a world where bad news always comes first, why not lose oneself in a happy love story? Sure, the hero might get beat up, and the heroine might be kidnapped…but it always ends happy.
If fairytales ended with: And then they got a divorce, and he married a woman thirty years younger than him, not many people would read them. I know I wouldn’t.
When Jasmine and Gavin, from my new paranormal 1NightStand book at Decadent Publishing called Kill Me Tomorrow, meet…they are enemies. She is sworn to kill him—and all he wants it to make love to her. Worse yet: how is she supposed to kill him when he’s the first man to make her feel passion?
What happens when the two enemies collide? I guess you’ll just have to read it to find out.

Kill Me Tomorrow is a paranormal romance book, in Decadent Publishing’s fabulous 1Night Stand series. The series revolves around the enigmatic Madame Eve who always seems to be able to find the perfect match for that special someone.
Blurb:
Jasmine Baruch is a jinn-a supernatural being who fights demons with fire. While that’s difficult enough, she’s got bigger problems. She’s a virgin, and in the jinn culture, that is sheer blasphemy. Jinn are supposed to be passionate, promiscuous creatures-everything she isn’t. Due to marry the next day, she takes matters into her own hands by using 1NS. But, like the rest of her life, nothing is easy. The man chosen for her, though incredibly gorgeous, is a demi-sanguine; a half-human, half-demon-her enemy.

Gavin Werbato is looking for an easy night of sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Instead, he gets a gorgeous jinn convinced it is her duty to kill him. He can certainly think of better things to do with her soft hands than murder. He need only convince her of that…

Can the fire sparked when these beings collide be controlled, or will it consume their world as they know it?
Excerpt:
She’d accomplished nothing at all.
Nothing.
A weight sank beside her on the bed, and she shrieked. She darted a glance at the door, but it remained locked. Of course it did— portals didn’t hold back demons.
“Good punch.” He laughed and rubbed his nose. “Some men might hold a grudge—but not me. I heal too fast.”
Indeed he did. A glance at his face revealed features as gorgeous as ever. This sucked for the self-pity party she’d been trying to throw.
She preferred him bloody and not so devilishly striking.
She groaned and dropped her head into her hands. “Why won’t you just leave?” He caressed her arm in a lazy, seductive way, and she shivered. “Stop that.”
His hand stopped moving, but he didn’t remove it. “Why do I have to stop?” he murmured. “Why do I have to leave?” He traced an invisible path leading up to her shoulder. From there, he grasped a curl and twirled it between his fingers, as if testing its elasticity. Her scalp tingled at his tender tug, and a jolt of lightning shot straight to her stomach, causing her to bite back a moan.
“Because….” She lifted her head, and turned to face him.
His eyes were so blue they were nearly purple, which, combined with his light blond hair, made him a lethal opponent indeed. How could she resist such a gorgeous creature, knowing that it might be her last chance to rid herself of her virginity? Yet, how could she say yes? “Because you are half demon, and I am a jinn. We are adversaries, you and I.”
 “I’m not an evil demi-sanguine,” he assured her calmly. “I don’t rape, kill, or pillage. I’m unremarkably human—plus a few small details. But you are hardly normal yourself,” he drawled with a lazy grin. “And I’d like to make love to you.”


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Monday, 7 November 2011

I love Lucy!

Hello again,

It's my big pleasure to bring another helping of the lovely Lucy Felthouse who is introducing her new release, Brick Dust & Bedsprings!


Blurb:
There are chores to be done, but it’s much more fun to stand at the window and watch the rippling muscles and sweaty torsos of the men paving her driveway- her window sill never got cleaned so thoroughly before!
But when sexy brothers Marcus and Jamie catch their customer looking, the action rapidly moves from the front of the house to the bedroom…
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*****
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.
*****
 And now for your pleasure - 
an excerpt:
I heard the rumble of an engine, and craned my neck to look out of the window. Yes, they were here. My lips curved into a smile, and I scuttled out to meet them.
“Morning!” I chirped brightly. The two men turned from their van at the sound of my voice.
“Christ,” exclaimed the larger and older of the two, “I wasn’t expecting you to be up at this hour!” It was nine in the morning.
“You cheeky so and so. I’m not that lazy. Besides I had to get up to move the car. You’d have struggled to dig the drive up with my car on it, wouldn’t you?”
He winked cockily at me. “Mine’s a coffee, please. Two sugars, plenty of milk.”
“Yes, Marcus. God, what did your last slave die of? Jamie?” His brother looked up from the papers he was shuffling.
“Um, I’m alright for now actually.”
“Are you sure? I was only messing about!”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll have one later.”
I sauntered back into the house and started making drinks. I’d already flicked the kettle on in anticipation of their arrival, and as I poured the milk into Marcus’ mug I chuckled to myself. I’d delib¬erately used a pink one, just to piss him off. It wasn’t exactly the most manly of mugs, as I’m sure you can imagine. Mind you, it would take more than that to rob Marcus of his masculinity. Mmm.
He wasn’t my usual type. I usually go for the more classic good-looking guy. You know, clean-shaven, nicely dressed, and all that. Marcus definitely didn’t fall into that category. He wasn’t ugly, by any means, but he’d never be on the cover of a magazine either. And you certainly wouldn’t take him home to meet your parents. But he still oozed sexiness out of every pore. Whether it was the fact that he was rough around the edges, I don’t know. Maybe I was looking for a bit of rough.
I handed him his coffee with a cheeky smile. After a question¬ing glance at the mug, he took a sip. He winced as the hot liquid scalded his tongue. He swallowed slowly. I watched his Adam’s apple contract and relax and felt my face start to heat up.
Against my better judgment I studied him: his broad chest, huge biceps, strong-looking thighs clad in denim. Christ. I felt my pussy twitch involuntarily and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was looking at me. Oops. A moment of charged silence, then he smiled, all the while staring at my chest. I glanced down, and wanted to die of embarrassment. My nipples were rock hard and straining against the thin cotton top I was wearing.
“Must be cold,” I blurted, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on me. Marcus looked at me, then glanced up at the burning sun. He raised his eyebrows.
“Right,” I mumbled, desperate to get away. “I’ve got chores to do indoors; gimme a shout if you want anything.”
“Anything?” he enquired.

Monday, 17 October 2011

Another lady who Launches: KD Grace

The wonderful KD Grace has a new racy novel, The Pet Shop. I fell in love with KD's work last year when I read The Initiation of Miss Holly and a host of her shorts - I fell in love with KD when I read her blog. She is insightful, funny and thoughtful about all aspects of being an erotica writer. If I ever have doubts about my chosen genre, I head on over there for comfort and renewed enthusiasm.
And while I'm fed up to have missed the party Launch party on Friday, I hear it was the bomb! So big congratulations. Click on the book cover to read all about it - and keep reading for an extract and where to buy...


The Pet Shop

Blurb
An erotic novel by best-selling author K D Grace.
In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES 's boss sends her a pet – a human pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is extremely addicting.
Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, VINCENT EVANSTON, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.
Excerpt
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS," O'Kelly said, nearly dropping the phone. "You can't really mean to give Stella James Tino for the whole weekend. Wouldn't a nice gift voucher from Selfridges be more appropriate?"

The Boss offered her a tolerant chuckle on the other end of the phone. "Didn't she tell you she thought an occasional shag wasn't too much to ask for doing such a demanding job?"

"Yes, but she was joking. I'm sure she never expected–"
"Well, she's right. It isn't too much to ask, is it? She's a very dedicated employee, and we've always done our best to reward dedicated employees, especially one with such promise, one that we have such plans for."

"Yes but–"

"Hasn't she met and surpassed our expectations since she's joined Strigida, and didn't we both agree she's exactly what we're looking for?"

"Yes, but–"

"She's not in a relationship, right?"

She rolled her eyes and glanced down at her watch. He was on a roll. Nothing for it now but to hear him out.

"No relationship, no family. Stella can afford to live in London because she has no life outside of work, all factors we took into account when we hired her. There's no arguing she doesn't have time for sex." He paused long enough for a quick breath. "Sorry to say that's the way of the world these days. All work and no play. Very sad. Very sad indeed."

"Yes, sir. It is sad, but, sir, Tino?"

"Yes. Tino."

"OK, maybe for a couple of hours, maybe. But surely not for the whole weekend."

"Yes, for the whole weekend, O'Kelly, from Friday night till Sunday evening. Every last second of it."

O"Kelly rubbed her forehead impatiently then rolled her shoulders to loosen the knots, which she could always count on the Boss to tighten. "It's not that the woman doesn't deserve a weekend of blow-your-brains-out sex. God knows she does, but ..."

"But what, O'Kelly? Get to the point."

O"Kelly squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She found the whole thing a bit embarrassing, actually. "Well, sir, she's just so ..."

"So what?"

"She's just so tight laced, so prim and proper. I don't know – all business. I can't help but wonder if we've made a mistake, and even if we haven't, a weekend with Tino is just so hardcore at this stage, don't you think?" She straightened in her chair and brushed her skirt free of the few remaining crumbs from the sandwich she had wolfed for lunch. "I can't picture her being the kind who could appreciate or even be able to handle a weekend with Tino."

"Prim and proper? Really? You just told me she was joking about the company providing sex as a fringe benefit for its overworked employees. Doesn't sound very prim and proper to me. In fact she sounds like exactly the woman we've been looking for."

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Bio
K D Grace was born with a writing obsession. It got worse once she actually learned HOW to write. There's no treatment for it. It's progressive and chronic and quite often interferes with normal, everyday functioning. She might actually be concerned if it wasn't so damned much fun most of the time.
K D's erotic romance novels, The Initiation of Ms Holly and The Pet Shop, both published by Xcite Books, are available from all good paperback and eBook retailers.
Her erotica has been published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and Scarlet Magazine.
Find out more about K D Grace on her website, http://kdgrace.co.uk. She's also on Facebook and Twitter.

Friday, 14 October 2011

A lady who launches! Lucy Felthouse - Weekend At Wilderhope Manor

Big congratulations to Lucy Felthouse - her new spooky title, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, launches today and I'm delighted to share a saucy peek inside with you...


Blurb:
When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?
Excerpt:
The car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their surroundings.
Even at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into view and it was stunning. The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.
Presently, the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.
“Are you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?” Jenny rasped, wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.
Stephanie shoved her playfully, laughing. “Come on, you silly cow. It’s a murder mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires involved.”
Stephanie got out of the car and closed the door. She’d already popped open the boot and started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting petulantly.
“But it’s Halloween tomorrow,” Jenny insisted. “Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts.”
“If you say so, sweetheart,” she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny’s crazy beliefs by now. “Grab your bags and let’s get inside. It’s cold. You got the tickets?”
Jenny nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to Wilderhope Manor.
* * *
A little while later, they were installed in their room. They’d each been handed a “Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception, which consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.
As they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head. “Have you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and yet, if it’s two guys, they automatically assume they’re gay?”
“They’ll soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!” Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at her. “It screams ‘lesbian’ with every stitch!”
“Whatever do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make.”
“True, but I wonder what it’ll do to you? Perhaps it’ll work in reverse and turn you straight!”
Go on, treat yourself!
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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Ladies Who Launch!

I'm very excited to say that it is Beachwalk Press's Launch week! I am delighted to have Patricia Bates, a fellow Beachwalker with me today letting me in on a few of her writing secrets...
Thanks for joining me today, Patricia!

PB - No worries. Thanks for hosting me :)
 

TR - I'd love to know, Patricia, who is your favorite character you’ve created and why?

PB - My favorite character? Hmm that's a hard one. I love all of my characters in different ways, however, I think my all time fav has to be Mykyl Tyrson, a sinfully wicked Viking Prince with more than his fair share of sex appeal and a heart of gold. 

TR - Oooo a wicked prince, lovely.... Do you always know what’s going to happen in your stories, or do they surprise you?

PB - Nope, don't always know. I often will do an outline, go into details for major plot points for each chapter, but after a while I've learned that sometimes I'm only the medium, a method for the characters themselves to voice their opinions and tell their stories. 

TR - So your writing can be a surprise even to you - are you a marathon writer, or do you work in short bursts?

PB - I'm both. If I'm in a groove I can write for hours and get huge chunks of the story down, other times I have to force myself to get a chapter done. Regardless, I love every aspect of it and enjoy what I do.

TR -  How do you unwind after a day at the keyboard? 

PB - I tend to watch a movie, read a book...or enjoy a coffee while just sitting. Though in all honesty the end of my day is usually when I turn the computer off.

TR – Which song would be the soundtrack to your new book?


PB - Considering my next book is a bit of a darker Paranormal romance, I'd have to say there are a few options. I think though that the song Taking Chances is a good option. Have to love those sexy, mysterious immortals!

Thank you Patricia! Christmas comes early this year and Patricia's Book, The Cowgirl's Christmas is now available from Beachwalk Press - where you can win prizes and a copy of the book.
You can also catch up with Patricia at one on or all of these...

Also available from Amazon, Barnes and Nobel, and All Romance Ebooks