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Showing posts with label Victoria Blisse. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 11 August 2015

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!

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

Friday, 14 February 2014

Sexy Just Walked into Town - oh yeah!


Well lookee here my lovelies - my Brit Babe ladies and I have been working hard on a top secret gift for you and your reading pleasure - here you are - mwoah!

A VALENTINE’S DAY PRESENT, JUST FOR YOU – THE BRIT BABES ANTHOLOGY - “SEXY JUST WALKED INTO TOWN” - GO GRAB YOUR FREE/DISCOUNTED COPY THEN CURL UP WITH YOUR LOVER AND GET IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE. 

Available FREE!
Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. This group of eight British authors, which I’m proud to belong to, have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.

Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between us, the Babes know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes' home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books we’ve published. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!

And please, if you enjoy this anthology, leave a review. The Babes will be forever grateful.

Happy Valentine's Day!


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Lots of love from The Brit Babes x x x



Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Victoria Blisse is at my party!

I'm celebrating a whole year of my erotic novel,
A Clockwork butterfly by having a fortnight of guests, tips and giveaways! Beachwalk is running a 50% off ebook sale of my novel (code ButterflyParty) and don't forget to enter the Goodreads paperback giveaway. 

Well look at who my guest of honour at the Butterfly Party is today - The fabulous Ms Victoria Blisse! 

I'm so glad she's popped by as there's a very special saucy event going on THIS WEEKEND in Scarborough - take it away Miss Blisse ;)

"It’s my party and I’ll Smut by the Sea if I want to."
Smut by the Sea   is not just a collection of hot erotic anthologies, oh no, it is an erotic event, the first of its kind and is happening this Saturday the 22nd June at Scarborough Library in the UK. It starts at 10am and the daytime event is free and includes readings, a book launch from Slave Nano, how to get your smut published panel and an erotic marketplace including the much anticipated erotic tombola. It runs until 4pm then we close for a few hours to prepare for the evening extravaganza.
Smut by the Sea Book Launch happens from 6-9pm and includes Seaside Smut readings, Burlesque by Moorita and much more. Tickets are £10 and include a glass of something bubbly (or a non-alcoholic alternative), tasty biscuits and a Smutty Swag bag!
Get your party tickets here:smutbythesea.eventbrite.co.uk/
And quote givelube to get a 30% reduction on the ticket price.

Here’s a little snippet from my story in Smut by the Sea Volume1 

I looked up the road and saw a bus stop. Leaping up with great purpose I headed for it. I was going to ride the bus. It was the next step in revisiting my childhood and recapturing my joy.
I jumped on the next one that came along, paid my fare and climbed upstairs. No one was up there. That wasn't a surprise since it was still raining hard. I sat down near the back. I always wanted to sit at the back when I was little and my parents wouldn’t let me. It was fun to let my little rebel take over.
The seat was damp and cold and the water seeped into my jeans. I’d have to go back to the hotel and change again once the trip was over, but then I could maybe enjoy the firm mattress of my bed while I waited for my clothes to dry. Apparently, once you reawaken a libido it doesn’t give you five minutes rest.
It's hard to appreciate the view when rain is slapping you in the face like an irate lover. So I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the harsh rush of wind against my cheeks and listened to the pitter-patter of the drops dancing over my coat. I felt the bus stop, so I opened my eyes. I was near the harbour, fishing boats sitting quietly in the water, huddling together before their next jaunt out to sea.
I heard the clomp, clomp, clomp of shoes on the stairs and I wondered who on earth was as crazy as me to want to sit up in the elements. It turned out to be a very handsome man in a red raincoat similar to my own. He cracked a smile when he saw me, his head just peering over the top of the barrier as he continued up the stairs.
“I thought I’d be the only one crazy enough to sit up here in this weather.” His voice was earthy and deep with a hint of the local accent. I wanted to hear more of it.
“No, no. I’m afraid you’ve not got the monopoly on crazy today.”
“So,” he said, covering the distance from the front of the bus to the back in a few long strides. He was very tall and did I mention handsome? I was sure the wetness seeping between my thighs wasn’t simply the rain. This tall, dark man was whispering to my most feminine desires. “What brings you up here on such an inclement day?”
“Appreciation of life.” I replied with a smirk.
“Ah, that.” He nodded, “do you mind if I sit with you?”
“Not at all, as long as you don’t mind getting a wet arse.” I chuckled uneasily. I shouldn’t have mentioned his bum, I hardly knew him!
“I’m already wet everywhere else, what’s another body part in the grand scale of things?” He sat down and offered me his hand. “Hello, I’m Daniel. You’re not from round here, are you?”
“I’m Abby. I’m from Manchester but I live in London right now.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” he smiled, “the dark around your eyes, the half lingering sense of hopelessness, the rounded vowels.”
I should have been offended but I was stunned by how observant he was.
“You’ve got me,” I shrugged. “I’m trying to rediscover myself. Shit as that sounds.”
“I understand,” he said. “I’m pretty certain we should all spend more time doing that kind of stuff and less time worrying. It has a better yield, anyway.”
I nodded and twisted my fingers together in my lap. I was suddenly acutely aware of his body heat beside me and the scant half inch between his arm and mine.
“Do you live here?” I asked, finding conversation far less scary than silence and my erratic, erotic thoughts.
“Yeah.” Daniel nodded. “Most of my life.”
“Lucky sod.” I said with a sigh.
“It’s not a bad life,” he agreed, though I saw a little sadness in the depth of his darkened eyes. “Took me a while to work that out, though.”
It’s difficult to describe something that happened without word or movement but I realised then that Daniel understood me and my troubles. It’s like his soul recognised the same weakness in mine.
“Look,” he turned his body towards me, “this is going to seem very forward of me but, I’ve been looking at your lips and they’re just calling to be kissed. Would you mind if I just leaned in a touch and rested my lips against yours for a bit?”
Propriety would have screamed at me to shout no and to run like the wind away from the man with determination and longing in his eyes. Luckily I was there with passion, not propriety, and passion urged me to nod my head and lean in to speed up the action. I’m never usually so impulsive but as his lips brushed mine I knew I’d made the right choice. Daniel’s warmth flowed from his body into mine.
I felt as though I was on fire. I wanted to rip off my mac and rub my naked flesh against his. I didn’t care about the wind or the rain or the rattling bus that could stop at any moment to let on more passengers. I just wanted him.
See you at Smut by the Sea on Saturday!

Thanks Victoria - I'm so excited to be part of this big event - and I love that story! There will be another guest post this week from Lucy Felthouse - a Smut By The Sea editor.

It was lovely having you visit my party today - hope you make it along tomorrow and be sure to click on through to Beachwalk and use the code ButterflyParty at the checkout for your 50% discount! 
Remember to join my Goodreads giveaway for a paperback copy of A Clockwork Butterfly.
Lotsa love and sexy stories Tabitha x x x

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Butterfly Party Snogappaloosa!



Hello! This Sunday Snog a la Blisse Kiss happens to be on the day I'm starting my fortnight of partying to celebrate the first birthday of my erotic novel A Clockwork Butterfly. Everyday I'll be welcoming a sexy romance author along to share news and party tips!

So do join me and my friends - check out the links on the right for giveaways and special offers. Thank you x x x

Remember to click on through to the Blisse site of joy for more Sunday Snogging magic ;)

Here is my snog from my birthday book...

A look of shock and bewilderment overtook his face as he flopped on the sofa looking down to Lena.
“I was totally gone there,” he said, looking pained. “I could have come inside you. I wanted to, Lena. I don’t know if I could stop myself again.”
“We have to be careful, Angelo. You know what will happen if you do.”
“Yes, I know.”
Lena held the vial up with an outstretched arm. “I can’t move, you’ll have to take care of this.”
“Oh.” He smiled and reached for the beaker, taking it gently and placing it in the portal. “It’s a good thing we’ve got that extra twenty minutes. That will take a while to remove.” He knelt down beside her and carefully started to unwrap the velvet strapping.
Her flesh was streaked red and white where the fabric had sliced into her. He kneaded his thumbs into the ridges, smoothing them out and forcing feeling back into them. Lena breathed in hard as blood rushed in to the hollow welts. The last binding fell to the floor and Angelo massaged her ankles and calves, bringing on a strange pins-and-needles sensation that crept up her legs and washed over her. Lena sighed and lay back as he lifted her leg to his mouth, sucking and nibbling with his teeth and tongue. Lena thought she would melt through the carpet with the delight of it.
“I’m sorry I damaged you,” said Angelo between mouthfuls of her thigh. His eyes looked full of genuine regret.
Lena propped herself up on her elbows. “What do you mean?” She was hurt that he thought that. “You didn’t damage me! You make me whole. You give me what I ask for. If anything, I want more. I want to wear your love like scars of glory. I want you to brand my body so everyone knows I’m yours.” She stopped, suddenly feeling like she’d gone too far. Maybe he wasn’t really into dominating her.
The ridges had faded into smooth red slashes. They too would fade. Lena wished they wouldn’t.
“This is your one minute warning,” the intercom bleated.
Lena rolled her eyes, trying to lighten the tone. “Why does she have to be so severe?” she said, cocking her head and rubbing Angelo’s shoulder.
He crawled over her body, pushing her back on to the carpet. “I’ll do anything for you, anything.” He leaned in and gave her a heart-stopping kiss. The kind of kiss where souls intertwine.
When he withdrew, she felt changed. After all they’d done together, this had been the most intimate thing of her life. He’d let something of himself into her and she to him. He stared into her eyes and let out a long sigh. As the breath ended, the butterflies scattered on shelves around the room slowly opened their wings.

And now for my party tip - always, ALWAYS put on your best dress on the morning of your party - that way, even the most tedious of chores becomes a joy as you flounce around in your frock and heels feeling like a princess all day long! Even skewering pineapple and cubes of cheese into an orange seems like bliss! Oh, that and a good chilled glass of fizz.

I hope you will fill your glasses with your favourite tipple and join me again tomorrow for more saucy action and birthday business! Remember to join my Goodreads giveaway for a paperback copy of A Clockwork Butterfly and pop on over to Beachwalk for your 50% discount on the ebook - use the code ButterflyParty at the checkout.

For more Sunday Snogs - step this way...



Friday, 17 May 2013

Coming Together - With Curves


I'm delighted to introduce you to this wonderful anthology - not only will you be taken to giddy erotic heights, you will be supporting Parkinson's Uk.
Coming Together: With Curves, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse
Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.
Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.


Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay).


*****
Bonnie stifled a sigh. He was doing it again. Staring at her, as he had been every day that week. She was on a fortnight’s training course through work. She was the only one from her office who’d been sent. As a result, she knew no one and ended up sitting alone in the college’s cafeteria at lunchtimes. She’d had a couple of invites from kindly people also on her course, but she’d turned them down. It wasn’t that she was being rude or anti-social, she just hated people to see her eat. She was a big girl—that was putting it politely—and when people saw her eat, she could feel the judgment rolling off them in waves, the thoughts that she was fat because she ate so much.
It wasn’t true. About what she ate, that was. She was fat, and there was no denying it. But it certainly wasn’t her doing. She’d been born to large parents, and despite a healthy diet and plenty of exercise, she was still overweight. All she ever managed to shift was a pound or two here and there, and that was hardly noticeable, particularly on a woman her size. She kept at it, though, resigned to being a larger lady, but determined not to get any bigger.
Because she’d always been big, she was used to the snide comments, the dirty and derisive looks, the open stares. So it didn’t upset her any more, but she still got irritated when people simply gawped at her. Surely one glance was enough for them to ascertain that yes, she was a shapely girl, and then move on. In most cases it was, particularly if she glared at the person in question. But not with this guy. She was sure he was trying to be subtle, because he often averted his gaze as she trained hers on him. But even if he’d looked away, she could tell by the position of his head and body that he’d been peeking at her. Again.
Now, on day seven, she was almost at boiling point. What the hell was his problem? Had no one ever told him it was rude to stare? She was on the verge of doing just that.
Eating her lunch was an unpleasant task, knowing she was being observed. If she hadn’t been so damn hungry, she’d have left it. But she’d been running late that morning and had committed that mortal sin—missing breakfast. So her chicken salad—with no dressing—was absolutely necessary to avoid making herself feel ill, or passing out, so she devoured every last morsel. She ate faster than she normally would, not because she was being greedy, but because the sooner she finished eating, the sooner she’d stop feeling so damn self-conscious about the guy across the room watching her.
She decided to give him one last chance. When she’d finished her lunch, she’d drink her carton of apple juice, then sit for a few seconds, doing nothing. If he continued to look at her, she was going to stomp over there and give him what for. If he didn’t, then she’d carry on with life and do her best to forget about him and his rudeness.
Deep down, she knew she was going to have to go over and say something to him. After seven days, he wasn’t going to suddenly amend his habits. She was just being a bit of a wimp, really, hoping to find some way of getting out of confrontation, because she didn’t like it, not one bit, and it was absolutely a last resort. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of a single other way of stopping him from doing it. Perhaps she could put up a sign in front of her saying “Please stop staring at me.” But if he couldn’t take the hint when she’d glared at him, he wouldn’t take any notice of a piece of paper.
Several minutes later, her salad was gone and she moved onto her drink. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she saw he was just as interested in her now as he had been when she’d been eating. Damn, confrontation it was then.
Draining the carton, she gathered her plate, cutlery and other rubbish onto her tray, stood up and slid it onto the rack nearest her. Then she returned to her table, grabbed her bag, pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils and marched over to the Peeping Tom. She slid out the chair opposite him and sat down on it.
*****
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