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. 

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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!

BRIT BABES

Lexie Bay 

Victoria Blisse 

Harlem Dae 

Natalie Dae 

Lucy Felthouse

K D Grace 

Lily Harlem 

Kay Jaybee 

Ruby Madsen 

Sarah Masters 

Tabitha Rayne 

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Lots of love from The Brit Babes x x x

I'm Free!

Well hello there - have I got a surprise for you-hooo!

My newest release is a short story called The Gentleman including in the Xcite anthology, Backstage Rider - and guess what? - The whole collection can be yours on Kindle - for FREE! For the next couple of days only - so hurry hurry - get yourself a saucy night in for nowt!

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Here's a little snippet from my story to get you in the mood for some saucy action with an older gentleman...

Deborah was used to getting what she wanted. So when one Bertram Tigworth Esq told her she was too young to hold his interest she made ready for war.

Too young? She was thirty-two! She’d had her eye on Bertram for quite a while now – he owned a terribly dull looking bookshop in a side street downtown. She knew he used to be a lawyer and his taste in books probably reflected his previous occupation. Not that she really knew for sure, since any tome she’d picked up in his shop was purely used to peer over and admire his immaculate presence.  Since he’d given her the brush off, Deborah was determined to have him. She’d never felt such attraction to a man before – he reminded her of her incredibly strict physics teacher at school, who she’d had a huge crush on. She would try her very best to get top marks by flashing him a dazzling smile as she turned in another half hearted essay – it didn’t work then either, he would sigh and pass her back a C- must try harder.  And now, fifteen years later, that’s exactly what she intended to do. She put on her most sophisticated pencil skirt and billowing blouse and sauntered past his shop daily, perfecting her Parisian gait. It made her wet just to walk by. Sometimes a trickle of moisture would make it down between her thighs and she’d snake her hips rubbing her juices over the flesh between the top of her legs. On more than one occasion a wolf whistle would come her way from the perpetual workmen and she’d haughtily snub it, glancing quickly to the open door of Tigworth Books behind her Jackie-O sunglasses.

This story is also included in the full collection called Cougars and Jackals where you'll find TWENTY hot stories of lust from all your faves..

Wanton Women!

Hooray, Wanton Women from Xcite is available now - click for free read from the lovely Sommer Marsden.
My story, Roses and Figs, features in this book and also the ebook anthology Waiting For Isabella. Here's a sneaky peek...

Selena closed one eye and held out her arm, focusing on the end of her paintbrush. The woman lying naked before her on the silk-covered chaise longue was unlike any of her other clients. Usually when a woman came to her studio for a portrait, they would be nervous, birdlike, twittering with their hands trembling over buttons. Of course, Selena provided a screen and a robe to preserve their modesty but still most were self conscious and hesitant.

Selena would discreetly leave to make coffee while they were changing, asking that they make themselves comfortable.

Rose had been different from the start. Before Selena could open the door fully, Rose had breezed past in her thick floor-length cashmere coat.

‘Where do you want me?’ she had declared and opened the coat to reveal a mass of naked flesh. Selena couldn’t help staring as Rose let the single garment slide off her beautifully rounded shoulders and fall to the ground. She stepped out of the bundle of fabric in her heels and walked past the easel and over to the chaise longue. ‘Will this do?’ For her size, Rose was as elegant and graceful as a ballerina and sank softly into the cushions which seemed to catch her and lay her gently onto the couch.

Her pose was effortless and natural; she required no direction at all. Selena could only give a small shrug and whisper, ‘That’s perfect.’ Rose’s presence filled not only the sofa but the whole room and Selena found herself feeling quite overwhelmed. She had never met anyone as self assured as this sensual, mighty woman.

The canvas seemed vast and empty and, for the first time ever, Selena thought she might have stage fright.

‘Shall we begin?’ She smiled at Rose and retreated behind the easel trying to compose herself. Relax, relax, it’s just the same as all the other times. All you need to do is paint. Selena lifted her inked brush and held it out in front of her, repeating her usual mantra, Paint what you see, paint what you see.

But what she saw was magnificent. Rose had complete command over her body and had placed herself into a pose that showed off every curve and tone to perfection. Every angle, every joint, fingertip, toe had been very carefully and deliberately placed to display her rubenesque figure beautifully.

Selena always had a bowl of fruit featured somewhere in her paintings, a throwback from art school where still life and life drawings were her favourite. She’d always thought the flesh of fruit and flesh of the human was a beautiful combination. It was now obvious that Rose felt the same; she had lifted out some grapes and figs and had them cradled in the crook of her arm spilling onto her breast and nipple. Selena took another breath and gazed at the scene. She looked up briefly from Rose’s chest and caught her eye. Rose gave her a cheeky smile and squeezed her elbow in a little to push the fruit and breast out even more. Selena realised her arm was still in the same outstretched position and getting a cramp. She took the measurement and went to make the first mark on her page. Her brush hovered and her mind seemed to stop. All she could do was stare at the pure white of the canvas. Just paint!