Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Knowing Her Place with Kay

Please welcome my sexy writing buddy and lovely Brit Babe to tell us about her new book, Ms Kay Jaybee!

Knowing Her Place – Her Teacher’s Teacher.
A huge thank you and a nice big cuddle for my dear friend, and fellow Brit Babe, Tabitha, for letting me gate crash her site today to shout a bit about my brand new novel!

Knowing Her Place is the third part of my kinky BDSM saga, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

The trilogy began back in 2012 with The Perfect Submissive – the story of Miss Jess Sanders’ unexpected journey into the world of professional sexual submission under the tutelage of hotel manageress, Mrs Peters.
Then early last year, the submissive saga continued with The Retreat- and Jess finds herself unceremoniously whisked away from Fables to Scotland, into the custody of her most feared client, David Proctor, and a very unusual erotically pseudo fairytale...

In my latest novel, Knowing Her Place, the final instalment of Jess’s story, she has to face her toughest challenge of all- to find her way back to where it all began- the Fables Hotel.
With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.
Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner David Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.
With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.
To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.
Of all the people David Proctor forces Jess to encounter on her journey towards freedom, one of them is someone Jess never imagined she’d meet.
Ms Webster. The old lady who, many years ago, tutored Jess’s mistress Mrs Peters in the art of domination and submission.
Not only does Jess learn a great deal about the history of Mrs Peters and her rival David Proctor, she finds herself (with the help of Max, Ms Webster’s odd job man), being held up as an example of the ideal submissive.
Pippa, Ms Webster’s carer, has always dreamed submissive fantasies. But as Jess knows all too well- a fantasy is one thing, living that lifestyle is something else altogether...
...Without being able to see them, Jess knew Pippa’s eyes would be wide open, and whereas her own palms tingled with the perspiration of erotic expectancy, the girl’s would have a sheen of sticky sweat. Pippa might well have wanted what she’d asked for, but Jess knew better than most that being faced with what you’ve always fantasised about can be as terrifying as it can be satisfying.
Ms Webster laid down her walking stick. Now she was within the realm in which she felt most confident it was clear its reassuring presence wasn’t required. Again, Jess could see similarities between Mrs Peters and the woman who had originally trained her. For Ms Webster appeared, even without her stick, to walk a little taller than she had before Max and Pippa had arrived in her home.
The easy conversation of only moments ago had disappeared as the retired mistress laid out a set of instructions. In one swift, uncompromising command, Ms Webster had Pippa and Jess standing next to each other, their upper garments removed.
Instantly Jess’s breasts felt the tug of Max’s eyes, making them rise and fall under his appreciation. Her throat dried and her pussy juiced as her imagination took its usual route into the infinite possibilities of the excesses she could be about to endure in order to provide others with a good time.
Max, if you would be so kind as to help Pippa with the first set of cuffs.’ Ms Webster pointed to the shorter of the two sets of chains as Max eagerly jumped to his feet, the enlargement of his cock visible beneath his denims.
Miss Sanders, you may raise your head for a moment, but be ready to return your eyes to the cross on the floor when I tell you to.’
Easing out the muscles in her neck, Jess watched as, placing her small, age-spotted hands over Pippa’s tiny, pale breasts, Ms Webster steered the carer to the opposite side of the cross. Just the cold touch of the older woman’s hands had caused Pippa’s mouth to gape, and Jess tried to guess how long she’d last in the chains before she came. If just the touch of skin on flesh produced a mew and flushing of Pippa’s face so early in the proceedings, then she didn’t think it would be long.
Now she was face to face with Pippa, Jess could take in her appearance properly for the first time. Her petite face, surrounded by a severely cut bob of blonde hair, topped a body which was only about four foot nine tall. All the carer’s features were small and neat, as if in adulthood her body had decided against moving on from its pubescent state. Her breasts were little more than beautifully carved bumps adorned with nut-brown nipples, her belly was so flat it was almost concave, and even though she wore jeans, Jess could tell that the hips beneath were slim, her pelvic bones not yet hidden by the fleshy padding that later years may well bestow upon her.
With a nod towards Max to deal with Pippa, Ms Webster addressed Jess. ‘Miss Sanders, Pippa will be relying on you to be her role model – like many before her, I’m sure. I have told her much about my past life. I think, however, to survive what lies ahead for you when you leave this place, you would also benefit from learning more about the past, particularly about the man whom you are up against.’
Mr Proctor?’
Indeed, Miss Sanders.’ Ms Webster took Jess’s hands and drew them backward, placing them over her own backside. ‘While you are here, you will not only be teaching by example, but you will be taught.’
Jess clutched her buttocks as her stomach rumbled, reminding her how long it had been since she’d eaten a proper meal. A fact that made Ms Webster smile with an approval Jess hadn’t been expecting.
Tell us, Miss Sanders, when was the last time you properly ate or had the chance to sleep?’
She was not entirely sure of the answer, for the days since she’d been given the chance to escape from the confines of The Retreat had begun to blur in Jess’s mind. ‘I had a night in a bed after task one was completed, and apart from some snacks grabbed from the railway stations I’ve visited –’ she caught Max’s eye as she spoke, hoping the mention of the railway would elicit some sort of response from him, but his features remained blank ‘– I haven’t eaten since my first task was completed.’
Do you see, Pippa, what being a true submissive means? It requires that not only do you give yourself over bodily, but with that comes certain deprivations you must cope with beyond the sexual, such as the burdens of hunger and lack of sleep.’
Pippa said nothing, but her eyes, which had taken on the glimmer of a woman unable to deny her body’s awakening, clouded slightly.
Miss Sanders isn’t a wife who likes the occasional spanking by her husband, nor is she the subservient half of a dominant but loving relationship; which, I suspect, is the type of submission that you yourself crave. She is a professional submissive. A woman who has stepped into a world that can be as lonely and frightening as it is rewarding; and largely consists of not really knowing who you can trust, yet, at the same time, accepting that you have to trust them anyway. It is not a life that is easily adopted. It is a life you have to be born to.’
Jess’s insides turned in a somersault. It had been a long time since she’d analysed her chosen way of life in such practical terms. Mrs Peters had seen who and what she was the first time she’d laid eyes on Jess when she’d gone to work at the Fables Hotel as a booking clerk. Since then, despite her initial personal bewilderment, Jess had come to realise that she had indeed been made for the life. Until now, however, she’d never considered the loneliness of the existence she had. She didn’t want to...
Although each of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy novels can be read on their own, you’ll get far more out of Jess’s adventure if you follow it from the beginning.
The Perfect Submissive

The Retreat

Knowing Her Place

Thanks for allowing me to visit today to share a little from my latest novel Tabitha!!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xx

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite, 2012-14), and the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies Christmas Kink, (KDP, 2013), The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 80 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at
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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane –

Monday, 26 May 2014

Guest spotlight- Tara Mills

Please welcome Tara Mills to An Erotic Adventure with a spotlight on her new novel, Sexual Politics!
Is the scandal worth it? Only she can answer that.

For two years Justine Hubbard has played the supportive wife role for her husband in public...and nowhere else. Senator Gary Hubbard’s philandering ended her love for him. But sometimes there are reasons people decide to maintain the illusion of a happy marriage when the relationship is over.

Living a lie until after the election wasn’t an issue—until she met Sean O’Donnell. She can’t fool the perceptive photographer. He understands her. He wants her. After feeling invisible to her husband, that’s an intoxicating discovery. But having condemned her husband for his hushed affairs, it would be hypocritical to give in to her desire for Sean.

All it would take is a whisper of scandal for her husband’s political enemies to bring him down. She wouldn’t dream of sacrificing Gary’s career, their causes, and her own good name. But how can she stay away from Sean now that she’s fallen for him?

The senator put his arm around his wife while she stood, frozen, her smile brittle on the edges. “Justine is a big patron of the arts. I’m glad she found someone interesting to talk to tonight. She hates these functions.”
Sean smiled tightly, noting her discomfort. “She’s not the only one.”
“Yes, well…” The senator rubbed his hands together. “The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can get home.”
Sean felt the next perfunctory kiss was for his benefit. His heart went out to her.
“Don’t wait up,” the senator said to his wife.
One more insincere handshake with Sean and the man was gone.
She seemed to shrink, as if letting go of the tension took an inch off her height. “I think he forgot to call for my car.”
“I’m just about to leave. Would you like to share a cab?”
The corner of her mouth twitched and she nodded, her lovely hazel eyes shining, though not a tear fell.
They ditched their glasses and headed to the atrium. Twice his hand strayed automatically toward the small of her back as they walked. He had to remind himself not to touch her.
Collecting their coats, he helped her into hers then slipped on his own, winding his slate gray scarf around his neck.
He didn’t hesitate to offer his arm on the way out. Her high heels demanded it. Even though the sidewalk had clearly been shoveled once already, snow continued to fall, the scattered salt leaving circular patterns of melt amidst the slick. The doorman waved a cab forward and opened the door for them. Sean helped her into the back then slid in after her.
The doorman shut them in as Sean adjusted his long coat on the seat around him. “Let’s drop you off first.”
“All right.” She leaned forward and gave the cabbie her address.
* * * *
Justine was hyper aware of O’Donnell’s hand resting on the seat not eight inches from hers as they rode across the city. If they both stretched out a pinky, they might even touch. Beyond handshakes, she hadn’t touched a man in so long. Gary no longer counted. He only touched her in public. After his second brief affair, she’d insisted.
Her life, her marriage, her husband—all of it was a sham.
Glancing surreptitiously at Sean O’Donnell as he watched the scenery pass, she was struck by how handsome he was, in a completely natural way. There was no hint of product in his hair to tame and control the wayward curls flaring out behind his ears. If anyone gave Gary’s hair a little pat it would shift on his head like one solid, perfect helmet.
Even though it was faint, she could smell Old Spice coming off her quiet seatmate. It made her smile. Ah, memories. Back in the day, she used to love that aftershave. Gary only wore expensive cologne.
Sean cleaned up nicely, but she could tell he was as uncomfortable with the public side of his life as she was with hers. There was something genuine about him. After living with a facsimile of a human being for seven years, that was an attractive quality to have.
The cab turned onto her street and she began to worry the purse in her lap. Their ride had taken no time at all. They pulled to the curb in front of her townhouse and she started to open the clasp on her purse for her share of the fare. That’s when Sean O’Donnell finally touched her bare hand, stopping her.
“It was on the way,” he said.
“Thank you.”
He exited the car then held the door, assisting her out. “I’ll walk you up.”
Afraid it would feel too much like the end of an awkward date, she declined his offer, though she appreciated his consideration. “That isn’t necessary.”
“Don’t forget, the Russell Gallery. I hope to see you there, Mrs. Hubbard.”
Flattered, she laughed softly. “I’ll be there. But please, call me Justine.”
She liked how his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. “Sean.”
“Thank you for the ride.”
“My pleasure. Goodnight, Justine.” He stood there, silent and seemingly unaffected by the large, fluffy snowflakes settling on his hair and shoulders.
“Goodnight, Sean.” Feeling a blush coming on, she hurried up her front steps and slipped her key in the lock. He was still watching over her from the open car door when she turned on the light and stepped into the foyer. Lifting her hand, she gave him a final parting wave.
Nodding once in return, he dipped his head and got back into the taxi.
As the car pulled away, she fell against the door and turned the deadbolt, her heart racing in a thrilling and inappropriate way.

About the Author
I’m a pampered wife, adoring mom, incurable romantic, and a contemporary romance novelist. I'm also a lousy driver and have OCD tendencies. I've been called perky and cute most of my life. Can't help that. I'm a morning person. Yep, that's proven incurable too. If you enjoy stories with heart, heat, a bit of suspense, and plenty of humor, I've got a story for you.
Please visit my website Tara Mills Romance for some awesome reads and my quirky blog. You can also find me on Facebook, Pinterest, Goodreads, or follow me on Twitter.

Saturday, 24 May 2014

Tour Stops!

It occurred to me that I'm having a book tour and general fun chat all over the interweb with jolly spiffy chaps - but neglecting my own little space her in the solar system... so in case you've missed any of my tour stops - here's a handy list :D

Ms Nikki Magenis - Genre Bending
Ms Vida Bailey - Cutting the Crap
Mr Slave Nano - Erotic Transportation
Nikki Magennis - Genre Bending
Ms Janine Ashbless - Falling into Fantasy
Ms Incy Black - 5 Things Never to do to your Erotica Writer
Brit Babes - New Release
Lily Harlem - All Tied Up
Ms Ella Jade - Taking Flight
Pepper Anthony - Guest post
Tara Mills - Blog swap
The Sub Club Book Club - Interview

Have a lovely day x x

Friday, 23 May 2014

Goodreads GIveaway!

I've been having a lot of fun touring my new book Taking Flight - but I'm taking a break to remind you about the Brit Babes Goodreads Giveaway
Take part to win a paperback of Sexy Just Walked into Town! (it is HOT)

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Sexy Just Walked Into Town by Lucy Felthouse

Sexy Just Walked Into Town

by Lucy Felthouse

Giveaway ends June 11, 2014.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
Enter to win

Monday, 19 May 2014

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 @

 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
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

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Booklaunch Eve Sunday Snog

Arrrgh! It's the day before my launch of Taking Flight!

Here's a snog - hope you can check back tomorrow

You know what to do! Click on the links for more Sunday Snogging x x

My leading lady is a researcher into the sudden and rapid decline in male fertility...

“You mean to tell me,” Marcus said, gazing at his own fingers as they trailed languidly up Deborah’s shins where they were slung over his lap, “that female arousal is the key to saving the world?” He smiled up at her, obviously thinking she was joking.
“What I’m saying is the pheromones I must have produced after our phone call—” She blushed at the memory. “—stimulated the semen in some way.”
His look was of clear disbelief as he started to massage her calves. “But Debs, if that’s true, how the hell did the toxins kill off so many in the first place? If a good orgasm’s all it took... Surely there were more satisfied women out there?”
Deborah understood what he was getting at. And indeed, if it was true that sexual pheromones could prevent the toxins from damaging the male sperm then Marcus would have been the last to have been affected.
“I don’t know. It’s only a theory, maybe just an anomaly.”
“Have you told anyone yet?”
“No.” She had been about to call the lab manager over but something had told her not to. “No, I didn’t.”
“Good,” said Marcus, looking grim. “I don’t think you should.”
“Why not?”
“Just... I think maybe it’s better to be sure about these things before you broadcast it and get shot down.”
“Oh,” said Deborah as his intentions began to dawn on her. She caught his gaze, which confirmed what she was suspecting. “You mean we really ought to do some more research before we reveal our findings?”
Withdrawing her leg from his lap, she started to crawl toward him, seductively licking her lips, and reached out to his shirt buttons. For the briefest second something passed over his face that she couldn’t quite read. The look of lust returned quickly and a hand slid into her blouse, freeing her breast from her fine, lacy bra. At once, her nipple stiffened under his touch. With the other, he lifted her chin and gazed deep into her eyes.
“I love you,” he said with an intensity that, if she hadn’t known him so well, would have scared her.
“I know.” She brushed the feeling of uneasiness away and leaned in to those full lips. “I love you too.”
He met her kiss and rose powerfully, lifting her with one arm while pushing himself to a standing position with the other. Her eyes were closed and her mouth clamped to his, feasting on his juicy flesh as he carried her through to the bedroom. There was an urgency to his movements and he flung her onto the bed roughly, tearing off his shirt while staring at her determinedly. It turned her on beyond description to be wanted this badly. She braced herself for his weight as he almost threw himself on top of her, devouring and licking at her neck and collarbone, just at the dip that drove her wild. Her nails dug into his flesh and she helped tear his jeans off, hooking a toe in on the way down to kick them away.

He loomed above her, a huge figure of muscle and lust, and she melted beneath him, opening herself up for him. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pressed his buttocks with her heels, beckoning him into her. He resisted and shifted his weight onto one elbow, tracing her face with his fingertips, brushing strands of hair from her lips. Following his caress with her mouth, she tried to catch his finger with her tongue, draw it into her, suckle on it, but he only let her have a tiny taste before dipping it into his own mouth, coating his long, thick digits with saliva. She quivered as he seductively slid them out, letting his lips smack shut as he snaked his fingers down to her panties.

More snogs this way! Sunday Snog

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Brit Babes Chat & Giveaway on Goodreads

Hello, hello! I'm dashing by to tell you about a couple of things - The Brit Babes are doing a chat over at BDSM group on Goodreads, see below and a paperback giveaway - see to the right...
Also - since I'm talking about the Brit Babes, Lucy Felthouse, Kd Grace and Kay Jaybee have all been nominated for the best erotica author in the ETO Awards - you can vote for them here! So proud of the lovely lassies x x x

Please join five of the Brit Babes on the 14th and 15th of May on Goodreads. We are going to be chatting and giving away prizes and generally causing mayhem! If you want to party with us be sure to join the BDSM group (a few days in advance so you can be approved in time) and then come on over. Looking forward to seeing you there!

Thursday, 8 May 2014

Penis Envy

Oh lord, here goes.
After many weeks of the bad block, I finally managed to put down a few words... so a big thank you goes to Exhibit A who is running this super duper sexy writing competition Sinful Stories and to Molly Moore who let me use her incredible photo xxx-Caliber as inspiration.
Be sure to go read the other entries and take a look at the Sinful Sunday photo prompts... some are just stunning!

Thanks for stopping by...
Some of my friends might recognise an additional source of inspiration so I must mention the TV show Hannibal for one of the lines (though I tweaked it)...
x x x

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Trailer Unveiler!

Hello, hello! I can't wait any longer! I simply have to show you all this trailer for my trilogy - this will also be the first sneaky peek at the cover for the third and final book. I hope you like it!

The Clockwork Butterfly Trilogy from Beachwalk Press - final 2 books coming soon!

Book 1 A Clockwork Butterfly
Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?
Out now!

Book 2 Taking Flight
Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne
The prequel to 
A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance
Digital ISBN: 9781940744216
Length: Novel
Publication Date: May 19, 2014
Price: $4.99
Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.

The Meeting Point
The explosive climax!

Out June 15th 2014
Beachwalk Press

If you would like any review copies or would be interested in having me chat at your blog, please give me a shout on tabitharayne @
thanks! x x