A Taste For Three with Rebecca Black

So today I have the gorgeous and very talented Rebecca Black here to talk about her debut novel, A Taste For Three - I'm a huge fan of Rebecca's Fiction which is extremely hot! Take it away lovely...

Thanks so much for hosting me today and letting me give my new book A Taste For

Three a big shout out. I love a good menage story, so when I decided to write a book it

was always going to involve three people. I think this story has all the ingredients for a

spicy menage: two sexy chefs, and a restaurateur, all bringing their special talents to the

mix!

I aim to write erotic romance with plenty of heart as well as plenty of hot sex. Here's a

little taste just for you...

Blurb:

What's worse than wanting a man she can't have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s

what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart

when she desires everything she can't have.

Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but

they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but

is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them

apart?

In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find

a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their

talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you

savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.

Excerpt:

Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes

rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was

between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as

they raced down the bottle.

“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.

She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”

“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a

note of conviction.

Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she

wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought

she’d been so professional with them.

“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the

restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her

eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He

looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.

“I don’t understand…”

“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.

“We? What does that mean? I...both of you? But…”

“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be

with us both?”

How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men

had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart

from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working

together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God,

just the thought of having both of them.

But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they

possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had

to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was

strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A

distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her

fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make

a massive mistake.

She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of

distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist,

yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on

Jack’s lap.

“What the hell, Ellie?”

“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”

“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she

doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”

“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we

never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.

Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat

emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and

releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the

anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a

naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make

things right with the two most important men in her life.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”

“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok

that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs

to change—”

“I want it,” she whispered.

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing 

Amazon    (This is the universal link)

All Romance

Book Strand

Author Bio:

Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious

reader and an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex

scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking,

licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three

(m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic

anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September '15 Let's Ride (f/f).

Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica  and

is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati  magazine.

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You need to go and buy this book - this is one hot author right here! Thanks for being my gues Rebecca and thanks for popping by and taking a read x x x

Coming Soon: Good Manors by Victoria Blisse with Accidental Kink!

Looky-look - my mate and fellow Brit Babe, Victoria Blisse, has a new book coming out! Here she is to tell us all about it...

I started writing a lovely, vanilla novel and then…woops! It went kinky. I remember having to email my editor and ask if it was okay for me to include a lil’ BDSM action in my What’s Her Secret…? Novel. I was told it was okay, up to a certain level, which I tried very hard to stick too. I do love how when I’m writing my characters can take me off on a whole different track to the one I was expecting to travel. There’s some pretty inventive scenes in Good Manors including rope and copper jugs (hence the cover art) to find out more, you’ll need to grab a copy for yourself!

Good Manors Coming Soon.

Exclusively download from Totally Bound: 18th August.

General release date: 15th September.

Blurb:

Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?

India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.

Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meager profits are mysteriously disappearing.

The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.

In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.

Excerpt:

I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was walking. I never really did, it was like my shoes knew their way around the place without my brain having to give directions. So when I came body to body with a blockage I was quite easily tipped back onto my arse. And as an instinctual reaction I grabbed onto the item that had destabilized me and pulled it down on top of me.

“Oh my God, Xander, I mean, Mr. Patrick, oh shit, are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine, are you okay?”

India’s warm curves pressed me down into the soft grass. I tried not to think too much about her body so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, nothing broken.” Her gaze kept me pinned down. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair draped forward and into my face, the pink tips tickling my nose.

I wiped it away and hooked it around the back of her ear without thinking.

“Jeez, I should get up off you, shouldn’t I?” She shook her head and scrambled backward.

I watched her breasts swaying in the bright turquoise top and coughed. I hoped she hadn’t caught me leering at her. I couldn’t help it, she fascinated me.

“Sorry, again.” She scrambled to her feet and smoothed down her long, white skirt. “Do you need a hand up?” Thrusting her hand forward, she smiled down at me.

I reached up and took the proffered fingers in mine. I attempted not to put too much of my weight on her as I scrambled up. Her fingers were smooth and delicate, her hand cool in my own. I didn’t want to let go.

“Thanks.” I grinned. “I think I should be the one apologizing. I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going, I was walking on autopilot.”

“Oh, no, no. I didn’t see you coming either. I was wrapped up in thinking about stuff to add into my article.”

“All good, I hope.” I was still holding her hand and was sure she was as aware of it as I was. I didn’t know how to let it go. I mean, clearly I knew physically what to do, but I was caught in the awkwardness of the situation. I didn’t want to be the one to let go first, I didn’t want her to think I was eager to get away. An awkward schoolboy had nothing on me. Hot cheeks, tapping foot, dried mouth. I might not be the heart and soul of a party but usually I was cool, calm, collected and able to hold a whole conversation with someone without dithering. Not with India, though.

“It’s a secret.” She winked. Squeezed my hand and let it drop. “I don’t tell anyone before it comes out in the magazine.”

Oh God, she thinks I’m an idiot.

I cringed internally. Clearly all the weird chemistry stuff was on my side only. I’d have to restrain myself.

“Sure, of course, well, I better go. I’ve got so much to do.”

I didn’t wait to hear what else she had to say. I walked off, but I might as well have run away crying. It was so obvious I was making a tactical retreat. I didn’t have time or energy to waste on being infatuated with a woman. Especially a journalist. Mum had often tried to match-make me with suitable women. She’d not even have put India down on a reserves list. I resigned myself to a life of singledom, dead on track to becoming a crazy sheep man.

Good Manors is available to pre-order now from Totally Bound!

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk  for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

Now off you pop and get that pre-ordering done :D Thanks for sharing your new book with us Miss Blisse! x x

Sexy Just Got Rich!

That's right baby, yeah!!

The Brit Babes have been working on a top secret project these cold winter nights and the time has come to tell you all about it...

Yes, we have a new collection of sexy stories coming out just for you! Hop on over to The Brit Babes blog for more news of Sexy Just Got Rich and here's a wonderful blog from Kd Grace all about billionaires and why we love 'em x x x x

Look at this gorgeous cover from Posh Gosh!

And here's the blurb

"Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich."

So there you have it! I hope that's whetted your appetite :D put your email address in the wee box on the side bar to keep up to date with my posts and new releases!

Here's a link tiny snippet of one of my stories - Champagne & Tits

x x x

Chemical [Se]X and Halloween Fun!!!

Hello and happy Halloween - een! Two bits of news today...

I'm so excited I could burst - I have a story in a sexy new anthology coming out very soon - it's called Chemical [Se]X and includes all manner of filthy tales from some awesome writers - it all started with a tale of aphrodisiac chocolate from Oleander Plume...
Take a squizz at the photos and excerpts - phew! I defy you not to want to eat this book whole - it's so hawt!

And the next news is - you guys KNOW how much I love Halloween - so why not Join The Brit Babes and I at our spooky Facebook Party, Shivers and Tingles, tomorrow night from 5pm GMT - Fun chat - prizes and contests - you can even dook for apples if you like :D

See you tomorrow night! And I can't wait for you to read Chemical [Se]X either x x x

Calendar Men: Mr June – The Other Brother by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Please welcome my friend and fellow Brit Babe Lucy Felthouse to highlight her new book :D

Photographer Melodie Carr moved to New York City to escape and make a fresh start. Her soldier fiancé was killed in a friendly-fire incident in Iraq, and she has been struggling to come to terms with it ever since. She still feels strongly about needless death and those left behind, so when she sees a call for photographs for a calendar of topless men, with profits going to the Hero Family Fund, she’s eager to help out. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know any men that fit the profile, so she gives up on the idea. That is, until Patrick Brogan—her late fiance’s brother—turns up in New York. Seeing him brings up all kinds of memories, but she’s determined to push them aside and be friends with Patrick. She also realizes he’d be perfect for the calendar. But can she persuade him to take part?

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/calendar-men-mr-june-the-other-brother/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20554243-the-other-brother

Calendar Men freebies: http://calendar-men.blogspot.co.uk/p/desktop-calendars.html

*****

Excerpt:

Melodie Carr reluctantly clicked delete on the e-mail with a disappointed sigh. She couldn’t contribute to the charity calendar for the Hero Family Fund, a cause very close to her heart, because she didn’t know anyone suitable to photograph. Although her photography work varied—from children to pets, landscapes to portraits, she’d done a bit of everything—she got the impression the call for calendar models sought hunky guys to create a collection to make women swoon. Unfortunately, she didn’t work with professional models and therefore had to give up on the idea. A cute dog, something she had plenty of images of, simply wouldn’t cut it.

She might not be able to contribute, but resolved to find out when the calendar would be available and do her bit to help by buying a few copies. Some eye candy on her wall would definitely not go amiss, and her friends Poppy, Lola and Charis, and her grandmother, Joyce, would no doubt appreciate it. She grinned. Joyce, always good fun, said, there’s no such thing as too much eye candy. The saucy old broad.

Her smile faded. She missed her, having not been back to Boston to see her friends and family for a while. She should ask Joyce to come and visit her in New York—she hadn’t traveled much, and would love the hustle and bustle, the endless opportunities to people watch. Maybe Melodie and the rest of the family could buy her a ticket for her birthday. She’d have to give it some thought. It sure would be nice see a familiar face, other than via Skype.

Someone pressed the buzzer to her apartment and she sighed again. It was probably a delivery driver trying to get into the building. It wouldn’t even be a package for her.

Taking her time getting to the intercom, she hoped whoever it was would go away. No such luck—the buzzer squawked again. She inhaled deeply, trying to rein in her annoyance and avoid being rude or abrupt.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” a male voice said. “Are you Melodie? Melodie Carr?”

“I am.” A caller looking for her? Had she ordered something and forgotten about it? “Who’s calling?”

“It’s Patrick,” the voice replied. “Patrick Brogan.”

“Patrick….” Speechless, she laid a hand on the wall to steady herself as the bottom dropped out of her world. Evidently, running to New York—albeit under the pretense of a good career move—hadn’t been enough. Her past still followed her, still tried to flood her with reminders of what she’d lost.

“Melodie?”

Damn, the man’s persistent. She never should have admitted her identity before asking his. She could have told him he’d gotten the wrong place and sent him away.

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Argh! It's Today!

I can't believe it's here - Taking Flight, Book 2 in A Clockwork Butterfly trilogy (erotic fantasy) - has been translated into American and re-published for your sexy reading delights!!

If chatting to the author is your thing, I'm doing a chat over at the Beachwalk Press reader's Facebook group all day today - come and ask me anything!! I mean anything! But bear in mind, I make stuff up for a living :D

Here's a wee snippet - if you are a reviewer and would like a copy - I have a few - so drop me an email: tabitharayne @ gmail.com

 Anyone could find her here—bandits, guards… She tried to rationalize her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her senses with fight-or-flight cortisones. The sensation started in her chest and swelled, radiating to every cell, making her soar above herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, disheveled forest nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration to keep everything centered there—all her fear, desire, lust, euphoria—but she knew it was essential somehow.

A sharp crack snapped her back to the reality of her situation again; someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the scent on the breeze. Human.

Shuddering, she could feel her body expand to a vast canvass of nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely exposed and he—she could smell it was a he—completely obscured. There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head: as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little, shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet treasure with the voyeur.

A rustle in the leaves signaled approval and Deborah ventured a twist of the shoulders that carried down through her chest, hips, and knees, and ended with a flourish on her pointed toes. Her body needed to move and sway now, and she carried on her slow, snake-like dance, throwing her head back as she dangled on her bindings. They took her weight easily as she lifted her outstretched legs and brought them up in a V shape to display her splayed, ripe pussy to the stranger. If Deborah could have found the will inside her to stop, she would have, but something had crept in while she was experiencing the beauty of the forest—something feral had awakened. Maybe the forest itself had her under a spell, mimicking its unashamed joy at being alive. She wanted to celebrate the day, the moment, the life, her sex. She wanted to fuck and be fucked, not just physically but spiritually. And she felt like she was on the brink of both.

Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne
The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance Price: $4.99
Beachwalk
Amazon UK
Amazon .COM 

Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.

Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.

Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.

It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.

When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.

Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?

Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM*

Here's the covers of the other books in the trilogy

Out now!

Out June 15th

Cover Reveal! Taking Flight

Well hellooooo! And welcome to the party! My guest of honour today is the cover for Taking Flight - the 2nd book in my erotic fantasy trilogy. Due for release on May 19th...
And without further ado... drum rolllll
Tah Dah!

Like, OMG, how gorgeous is that??

Taking Flight - 

Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne

The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance
Length: Novel
Publication Date: May 19, 2014
Price: $4.99

Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.

Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.

Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.

It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.

When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.

Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?

Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM

Note: This book has been previously published.

A Princess in Chains: Justine Elyot

Today I'm delighted to have Justine Elyot here to talk about her new novel and she's going to tease us mercilessly with this extract... naughty thing!

Lovely Tabitha is always so inviting, and today she's invited me to tell you a little bit about my new book, Princess In Chains.

I hope the title gives a little hint of what sort of book it might be. There is a princess in it, and some chains, although most of the time she is out of them. There is also some swashbuckling adventure, some political intrigue, a mysterious alchemist and quite a lot of romance. So I suppose I'd call it fantasy adventure erotic romance.

It probably explains itself better than I can explain it, so here's an excerpt:

"'I do not think I shall care to live here.'

Leonore tried to bounce on the mattress of the four poster bed, but it was all furs with no yield in them and she succeeded in doing no more than bruising her bottom.

'It is so very foreign,' agreed Asta, fingering the drape that hung over the door. 'What is this fabric? I have never seen its like.'

'That must be Valish silk,' hazarded Leonore. 'We don't import it in Ystra, but it's highly prized across the Eastern lands.'

'It's heavy. It would be too hot for us to wear back at home.'

'Everything here is heavy,' sighed Leonore. 'Heavy and dark. I will go melancholy mad if I have to live here.'

She lay down flat on the bed, wishing she had heeded her father's words about wearing more layers. She pulled a fur blanket over her.

'Perhaps you won't,' said Asta. 'Perhaps Corvin will decide to live in Ystra.'

'With so much unrest in Vala, that is doubtful indeed. I wonder how many legions of guards they had to take off their duties to accompany our journey? I could scarcely see a thing through the carriage window; the horses were five deep on either side.'

'We should start preparing for the feast.' Asta came to sit beside Leonore on the bed. Smiling down at her, she ran a finger along the other woman's hairline. 'How shall I dress your hair tonight?'

'Anyhow. It's all the same to me.'

'Aren't you even slightly concerned with how you will look for your promised bridegroom?' Asta looked shocked and Leonore laughed at the wideness of her eyes.

'You know he was not my choice. He must take me as he finds me.'

'He is said to be quite handsome.'

'He is said to be a great many things.' Leonore sat up in bed and seized her handmaiden's fingers, squeezing them tight. 'Do you think he really murdered his brother?'

'I cannot say. I hope not. I hope it is scurrilous talk.'

'So do I. A man who would kill a brother might not think twice about ridding himself of a wife.'

'He would have to do it over my bleeding corpse,' said Asta fiercely, making Leonore laugh again.

'I do not know what I have done to earn such loyalty, but I am ever thankful for it. Come. A kiss.'

Leonore pulled her handmaiden into a close embrace, enjoying as ever her soft contours and faint scent of lilies. As a younger princess, she had treated Asta with capricious cruelty and sometimes she was tempted to do it again, to test the limits of the girl's incessantly sweet and forgiving nature. More often, though, she regretted her juvenile excesses and tried to remember that, as future Queen, she must be wise and kind. It was difficult, though. Very difficult.

'When you dress me,' whispered Leonore, her lips in Asta's delicious dark hair, 'will you rub that oil on my skin first?'

'The essence of flora? Of course. It's in my haversack.'

'And have hot water brought up for a bath.'

'I have already ordered it. It should be ready very soon.'

'If Valish fire is as effective as Ystrani.' Leonore pulled Asta down beside her. 'Why don't you loosen my bodice? I can scarcely breathe.'

It was the opening of a familiar game for the princess and her handmaiden. Leonore gave the orders and Asta obeyed. At first, Leonore had kept her demands within certain bounds, not wanting to frighten her doe-eyed servant into shock, but as time had passed the boundaries had broadened, touch by touch, kiss by kiss, and now Leonore was able to make Asta do anything she pleased."

Hmm, that Leonore is in for a rude awakening… Here's the blurb:

Leonore, heiress to the Kingdom of Ystra, is promised in marriage to Corvin, unpopular monarch of the neighbouring Kingdom of Vala. When their first meeting ends in disaster, she is tempted to take her handmaiden, Asta, out of the castle to sample an evening of common delights in the city - but forces she hasn't reckoned with are against her, and Leonore finds her destiny taken from her hands. 

She must embark on a quest to undo the wrong she has accidentally done, accompanied only by a handsome cooper's boy and the address of a mysterious alchemist whom, she hopes, will be the key to her success. 

But nothing is as it seems, least of all Leonore's own heart.

If that sounds like it might be your goblet of mead, here's a link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Princess-Chains--Erotic-Fantasy-Xcite-ebook/dp/B00GFV1E8K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1389087643&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+princess+in+chains

Thanks for reading – and thank you, Tabitha!

Thanks Justine - don't stop! What a teaser - honestly! Well, well just have to go and buy it ;)