The Pearl Necklace - a new book

It's my pleasure today to bring news of this new book...

There's an appetite whetter at the bottom - and it's hawt!

The Pearl Necklace

A short erotic story by Geraldine O'Hara

26 pages/13K

Blurb:

After I’d tapped out a response in the comments section of an online newspaper article regarding slimming pills, I was swept from my life as a lonely wedding planner to be named The Pink Pill Diet Woman. Once the pills had worked their magic, I earned the name of Glamour Girl, and my life became an endless round of TV, radio and newspaper appearances, with stretches of boredom that led to me fantasising about my hunky security guard.

He was sexy as sin and out of my league, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? And dream I did, any chance I got. I longed for him to slide into bed with me and treat me to a night of passion I’d never forget, but how the devil would I get him there? Management had forbidden us to interact as anything other than what we were—Glamour Girl and her bodyguard. But as well as dreaming, I had a naughty streak. Rules be damned, I was going to break them. He had a pearl necklace I wanted draped around my neck—and I was going to get it.

Excerpt: 

He stood in my bedroom doorway and stared behind me at the window. “Curtains. Close them.”

I loved the way he’d commanded me, how he was trying to shirk off his shyness. It made my knees weak and my cunt ache even more. I turned and went to do as he’d asked, then stopped and said over my shoulder, “Only if you’ll tell me your name.”

“You were right earlier. It’s Henry. Now close the curtains.”

I smiled and, taking a moment once I’d shut out the night, sucked in a deep breath and fought off the urge to pinch myself that my bloody God, this was finally happening. I turned to face him, the bed between us, a huge, huge barrier, and glanced at it then back to him.

“Get on,” he said, jerking his head at the bed. “Get your clothes off and get on.”

I hadn’t undressed for a man in a long time. Before tonight it had been when I was larger—and under the cover of darkness, beneath the sheets. I just had to hope this newfound courage that was surging inside was enough to carry me through.

I popped the buttons on my skinny jeans then pushed them down my legs, sliding one foot under them once they were off and flicking them away. I watched him carefully for his reaction, and all I got was a glimpse of desire darkening his eyes before he quickly masked it. I lifted my vest top off, tossing it to the floor, and stood there in my black bra and knickers, hoping that he’d give me some idea—any idea—of what he was thinking.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so lovely,” he said. “So bloody lovely.”

He skirted the bed, and I stepped back a bit so he could stand in front of me. He raised his hands, and I held my breath, waiting for him to cup them to my breasts. He didn’t, just let them hover there, and stared down at my chest.

“Touch them,” I encouraged, sensing he was too much of a gentleman to do it without asking, even though his intent had been clear. “You don’t need my permission. Do whatever you want.”

I looked up at him, and he shifted his gaze to my face, then, maintaining eye contact, laid his hands where I so wanted them to be. His palms were deliciously warm, their heat seeping through my bra, my skin. I felt every individual finger, his thumbs, a brand that I would always remember and crave more of when we were apart. I could only hope that tonight wasn’t the only one we’d share like this, but I had to treat this time as if that were the case. Revel in every touch, caress, kiss. Enjoy each second and hope they didn’t speed by too fast.

He kneaded, and oh my God, the sensation from my nipples rasping on his palms went straight to my cunt. I wanted him to fill it with his cock, give me a fuck that I’d never forget, so lifted my hips to push my needy slit against his groin. He was hard, so deliciously hard, and the pressure of him on my clit had tendrils of pleasure radiating down there. I clenched my muscles in an attempt to stave off an orgasm that would rage through me if I let myself go now. I didn’t want to come too soon, but excitement and the sheer brilliance of being here with him in this way might prove difficult. That first burst of release was going to be heady, shocking, I imagined, and I needed to steel myself for the onslaught.

“You feel just as I thought you would,” he said, then bit his bottom lip and slid one hand up to my collarbone, the other still massaging my breast.

His fingertips on my skin, right beside the strap of my top, brought on goose bumps and a shiver so violent I worried he might think he’d repulsed me.

“You feel better than I thought you would,” I said, a little breathless, my lungs straining as though they were fit to burst. A buzz brought on by anticipation set up home in my ears, and I went lightheaded for a second or two. Bloody hell, he affected me in a way I hadn’t fully predicted. Yes, I’d known I’d go like liquid for him, my bones and heart melting at the same time, but this…this all-consuming fire? No, I hadn’t expected it to be so searing just from the simplest of touches. 

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A Guilty Conscience and WIP

Hello there and greetings from the cold!

I have a confession - I LOVE SNOW!!!
I feel quite unpopular. Everyone I talk to hates it and wishes it was gone.
I say - come on sparkly wintry wonder! How often do we ever get a winter where we can truly indulge in the frosty mayhem - usually it's just damp, bitter, wet and windy - a nothingness.
At least this is nature giving it laldy!
Problem is - as with all the things I love to indulge in - chocolate, sweeties, erotica - it is always accompanied by guilt. Guilt, guilt guilt.
So why is the snow that I love so making me feel guilty? Well, it's the poor little baby lambs freezing to death lying next to their mothers. And people stranded with no power or heat. And the folks stranded in their cars.
Jeez, it should be spring!
However - I try to hold on to my joy when I'm flouncing and bouncing and throwing myself around in the cold sweet crystal flakes getting frozen to the bone. The best bit?
Heating up afterwards of course! With the help of my favourite gentleman and a naughty book...
And it is this which is inspiring my newest work in progress - a historical (well, set in the 50s) erotic romance about a woman who cannot generate any body heat of her own and the guilt she feels at having to steel warmth from her partner. She worries she will suck the very life force from him if she continues in the way.
A frosty reptile.
So there we are again - the focus on feeling guilty...
And Easter is coming up - and the Easter Bunny is always very generous to me - so another bout of guilt will be gnawing away next week.
Don't be down-hearted reading this post - while I'm indulging in my chocolate eating, sledging marathon - I will be truly happy - for a little while at least!
Keep cosy y'all
Tabitha x x x

Sudden Sex

Sudden Sex
69 Sultry short stories edited by Alison Tyler.

Boy-o-boy - am I excited! Almost a year ago I sent my story The Scribe to a call for this anthology.  And now it's here.
It arrived the other day and after blushing at the postman who handed me a torn package, I scurried off and languished in the afternoon indulging in the most blissful reading session. There is some gorgeously erotic writing in here by authors I only used to dream of having a story beside.

The Scribe is a special tale for me as it was the very first piece of erotica that I read aloud to an audience - last year at The Festival of Erotic Arts in Edinburgh. I was so nervous but managed to get through it without leaving out toooo many naughty words... ;)

Here's a teeny-tiny snippet. Hope you will rush out and buy this book.

The Scribe

I’ve just hitched up my skirt. I’m kneeling and the hem is at my buttocks, almost exposing them, but not quite. The familiar tingling anticipation sweeps over my flesh as I part my thighs, just a little, and lift one of the implements laid out before me. I always start with the smallest – the finest.

I hold my breath and close my eyes letting my head fall back, jaw slack, in the pose that signifies the beginning of my ritual...

Sudden Sex

What goes on tour...

Hey there fellas and fellasses!
Well, I had a huge adventure at this year's Eroticon - a conference all about writing sex right.
It was an amazing opportunity to meet up with people I'd only fangirled over - cue Kd Grace, Lucy Felthouse, Lily Harlem, Lexie Bay, Kay Jaybee and Victoria Blisse - who kept me safe in the big city and showed me just how wonderful and generous the erotic writing community is (as if I didn't know already!).
A night of fabulous burlesque from Volupte - climaxing with the inimitable Dave the Bear (bearlesque - I'm in love) - The Kitten club - just luscious talent spilling all over the place.

There's so much to talk about!
The conference had conflicting messages - the health educators and sponsors Brook urged us to make safe sex a priority in all our fiction - then the gorgeously eloquent Remittance girl - gave us the opposing voice, we are writing fantasy and should credit our readers with the intelligence to be safe.

I also attended publisher's panels with Hazel Cushion from Xcite, Maxim Jabowski, Rachel Kramer Bussel and the Smutters ladies - Lucy F and Victoria B! Insider tip - lots of romance with very hot sex please! I also met Leonora Solomon from Ravenous who published a menage story of mine - what a lovely lady she is.

There was a photography workshop from Mario Cacciottolo which I didn't make it to - but just to say - he was taking pictures for his project Someone Once Told Me - and I tell you - he made me feel like I was the only muse he'd ever had - the other ladies told me the same. (I'll keep you posted about when my piccy is up on his site).

Kristina Lloyd's writing workshop helped us out with making a sex machine (oh yeah!) - There was one awkward moment in this workshop where she put an example of 'badly written' erotica on the screen, when my stomach lurched and I thought, Oh fuck, it's mine! Phew! It wasn't... ;)

Then, joy of joys, the ultimate taboo in erotic writing - the poem... now I love poetry and absolutely think there should me more erotic rhyme so I was very excited to join this workshop. Ashley Lister was the host - he had us all in stitches and while we all wrote haiku, limericks and another thing I can't remember (sorry Mr L) - if they weren't erotic, they were certainly filthy!

Kd Grace's Finessing Sex workshop helped me sort out a tricky plotline by looking at it from a totally different point of view - thanks Kd!

I met loads of wonderful people - some of whom I didn't get a card from - darn it! So much more went on but I just can't cram it all in - the names I've included will take you to websites where more round ups are on show.

And look! I made it with the gals along to the fantastic Sh! Womens Erotic Emporium where my books are on the shelves - here's a piccy.

Fabulous weekend which left me invigorated and yet still full of questions. Oh - and the fangirl came home with all her books signed ;)

A Crossfire of Love's first birthday!

Well, I need to catch my breath before I report back from my adventures at Eroticon 2013 this weekend - so what better way to relax than having a birthday celebration? And what better kind of birthday than a book's!

So here we are with Ella Jade's Crossfire of Love which celebrates its first year published this month - congratulations Ella! x x

I’m celebrating the one year anniversary of the release of my contemporary romance Crossfire of Love. In honor of that milestone my fabulous publisher Beachwalk Press has lowered the price of the book to $1.99. That’s 60% off! You can purchase the novel wherever you buy your eBooks including Amazon, B&N and Are for the entire month of March.

Can an arranged marriage lead to love?
Recent college graduate Gabriella has finally married the man of her dreams, the older, charismatic attorney Lorenzo Martinez. She's had a crush on him for as long as she can remember and always imagined they'd one day find their happily ever after. Unfortunately, they enter into a union arranged by their fathers.
Lorenzo is charming, protective, and loyal to his crime lord father Carlo. When Carlo asks Lorenzo to marry Gabriella he jumps at the opportunity. He's been drawn to her for many years and knows by marrying her he's helping to protect her father.
Gabby is resentful and won't be Lorenzo's charity case. But sparks fly and the couple soon gives into their desire, realizing they were meant to be together.
What happens when Carlo's enemies threaten their future? Will someone get caught in the crossfire?
Content Warning: graphic sex, some violence
Buy Link - http://beachwalkpress.com/crossfire-of-love/

Excerpt
Lorenzo walked up the porch steps, turning to stare at her. "Are you coming, Gabriella?" No one but Lorenzo and his father called her by her full name. She liked when Lorenzo said it. He'd always made it sound so formal and sexy.
These were the first words he had spoken to her since they left the courthouse. They were married in the chambers of the prestigious Judge John Cartwright. He'd been a family friend of the Martinezes for many years. He was their go-to man whenever they needed something done fast and legally. Well, legal in her new father-in-law's eyes anyway.
She hurried up the steps and followed Lorenzo inside their new home. It was built within a matter of months after she'd agreed to marry him. Carlo wanted them to have their privacy, but he also wanted to keep them close. He didn't trust she'd hold up her end of the bargain, and keeping her on the property was the best way to ensure she wouldn't run.
It was silly, really. How could she run from a family like this? They had ties all over the world. There wasn't any place she could escape to that they wouldn't know about. She was a woman of her word. She said she would marry Lorenzo and she did. She'd find a way to cope. She always had.
Lorenzo pulled his jacket off, poured himself a scotch, and then loosened his tie. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you," she said.
Most brides would be dancing the night away and drinking champagne by this point in their wedding night. She didn't think that was part of Lorenzo's plan.
"I didn't think you'd go through with it." He sipped the amber colored liquid as he looked her over.
"I said I would."
"I know, but when push actually came to shove, I thought you'd run."
"You don't know me that well," she said. "I don't run."
"Good." He smirked as he put the glass to his lips.
Gabby couldn't take her eyes away from those lips. She'd never had the pleasure of having them on her own. Judge Cartwright hadn't asked him to kiss his bride. She hated herself for thinking about him that way.
"You could've stopped this. Why didn't you?" she asked.
As they stood in front of the judge, she kept hoping he'd put an end to the charade and stop the wedding. It didn't make sense to her why he had agreed to marry her. She didn't have a choice. Her father's gambling debts made sure of that. But she didn't understand why he'd allowed things to get as far as they had.
"I was just as trapped as you were." He downed the rest of his scotch.
She didn't believe that. She knew he respected his dad, but she didn't get why he wouldn't have put his foot down and said no to such a life-altering decision.
"You could've told your father no from the beginning. Why would you agree to marry someone if you didn't have to?"
"Look." He shook his head. "It's done now. We're going to have to make the best of it."
"Make the best of it?" She plopped down on the leather sofa. "I'm twenty-two years old. I just graduated from college, and you want me to make the best of it?"
"I know this isn't what you might have wanted, but it is what it is. You agreed, and now it's done. You can't go back on it now. My father won't forgive that."

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Lucy's Perfect Dom!

Here's a fresh little treat for y'all!

The Perfect Dom by Lucy Felthouse
Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.
Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.
Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.
The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.
Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.
Available from:
All Romance
Amazon UK
Amazon.COM
Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.
*****
“Spank me. Is that an invitation?”
Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.
Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m.—her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off—she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing.
Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering.
Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?”
Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.”
“Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.”
“Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”
*****
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. 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

Forever Bound

Yay - it's release day!

Forever Bound is a saucy new release from Mischief Books - a collection of BDSM stories. I'm very excited to have my story, The Billiard Room included in this anthology.

And, it's only 99p! All that smokin hot action for less than a cuppa!

The Billiard room is the story of seamstress Zoe Lake, who has come to a grand house to measure up for The Lady's new curtains. Just when she thinks the meeting is going well and that she is the height of demure respectability, the Sir of the house demands attention in his billiard room. Zoe is swept along on a wave of her own lust and finds herself on more familiar terms with green cloth and curtain tassels than even she is used to... 

Tiny exerpt

“Oh, I... I’m sorry Sir,” she stammered as she came close to him, “I shan’t be long.” His eyes dragged their way from her shoes to her legs, thighs, stomach and lingered lightly at her chest before settling at her lips which she subconsciously licked. It could only have been a footstep but she felt like the exchange had taken forever, what would his wife say, having her husband eye up another woman so lavasciously? What was he thinking? Zoe nipped out under his arm as he held the door open for her, never taking his gaze from her. Crunching her fists and eyes shut for a moment, she composed herself then walked off down the hallway, knowing full well that he was watching her backside and legs. The skin at her throat and décolleté flushed and prickled at being under such scrutiny. But there was something else. She managed to get to the large heavy door and pulled it open just enough to pass through, shutting behind her with a clunk. The flush had simultaneously spread up to her cheeks and down to her breasts. Zoe fought the urge to peek at her chest but lost. As she looked down to the peaking domes in her good blouse, she knew she was in trouble...

Hope it tickles your fancy!
If so - buy here

And if that's not enough - Justine Elyot is also having a Mischief release today - Confessions of a Kinky Wife is out now! It will be hot, hot, hot!
Thanks for reading T x

Almost over!

Quick! The Beachwalk sale ends within 24 hours - all ebooks 50% off through Sunday 17th February...

To celebrate Valentine's Day, Beachwalk are offering all the lovely readers this offer - simply use the code VALENTINE2013 - when prompted at the checkout.

I thought I'd share a steamy scene from my very first Beachwalk title, Mia's Books - a paranormal sexy romance, to hopefully whet your erotic appetite.

This is when insomniac Mia has her first encounter with a saucy entity as she hides after hours in a library...

A few interesting titles had caught her eye earlier, but she had been so intent on her online affair she hadn’t paid them much attention. She made her way to the adult corner and chose an anthology at random. It looked brand new and didn’t have any stamps on the lending sheet.

Mia cast the flashlight around to find one of the couches that adorned the big room. As the light caught the end of the sofa, Mia thought she saw a shadow flit around behind it.

“Hello?” Her voice quivered, and a chill ran down her neck. She thought she heard an intake of breath and flung herself around the shelf, sweeping the flashlight back and forth over the books. Nothing. As a non-sleeper she was used to prowling the night alone, but she was most definitely not immune to freaking herself out.

She shrugged and took a seat on the cool, hard leather of the couch. She was cocooned in darkness, and it made her feel a little more comfortable. Taking off her sweater, she placed it at the small of her back, and stretched out her legs down the length of the sofa. As she took a deep breath and got ready to read, the same chill ran through her, over her chest this time, and Mia was amazed to feel her nipples stiffen under her blouse. She aimed the beam at her chest and sure enough, there they were standing proud and erect like frozen little buds. She reached up to one and rubbed it between her fingers. It really was cold. It was the oddest sensation, but one she was keen to explore further.

Holding the flashlight in her mouth, she untucked her top from her waistband and slid her hand up onto her bare breast. She opened the book with her other hand while softly massaging her nipple around and around.

The story began, setting up the characters and plot, but Mia skipped on until she found the words she was looking for: pussy, cock. She felt a flush deep between her legs as the sensation in her nipples intensified to both breasts now. The stimulation from her fingertips was being mirrored onto the other. The icy touch in her left breast was magnifying, as if it was being massaged by another person. She maneuvered the flashlight between her teeth to see the fabric of her shirt being pulled and puckered in time with the sensations. She shrieked, dropping the book and flashlight, and scrambled onto the floor.

“What the fuck was that?” Her voice was breathless and trembling. “Where are you?”

She was met with deathly silence, and she gulped in air to keep up with her heartbeat.

Warmth reclaimed her nipples, and her breathing slowed. She picked up the flashlight and swung it around, knowing that she wouldn’t see anything. Don’t be ridiculous, she kept telling herself over and over again. Shaking with both fear and arousal, she took her place on the sofa. She put the flashlight back in her mouth and picked up the book. As she brought it up to lean on her thighs, she realized it felt different. Her fingertips detected leathery raised text on the cover where before the book had been smooth and pristine. She leafed the edge of the pages to feel them soft and worn, and inhaled the musty scent of an ancient tome. Mia was trembling when she finally shone the light on the title.

Ghost Lover.

The beautifully embossed gold font was bordered by strange dark symbols and patterns. Mia was still shaking as she opened the first page. It was blank, but as she looked more closely a smudge of black ink began to form and take the shape of beautifully handwritten words on the page.

My gift to you, Mia it spelled out in stunning calligraphy.

Mia didn’t know what to do. Run? Scream? Enjoy? She’d read about paranormal romance but never actually believed it could happen.

Concluding that she had hatched this plan to read erotica and get some relief from her nocturnal craving, she decided to relax and take this gift. After all, she could be dreaming, and that would be a dream come true in itself.

“Okay,” she whispered through the shaft of the flashlight and leaned back into the sofa, bringing her knees up to hold the book. She parted her legs just the teensiest bit, and a wisp of icy air caught the hem of her skirt and burrowed into her panties. She gasped. “My God, you see everything.”

She opened the book once more and found that she was reading her own story through the eyes of the being that surrounded her.

Once, there was a stranger who came to this place with a need. She yearned so badly to be touched that I was tempted by her and broke the vow. Her bosom heaved, and I had to touch...

Mia couldn’t focus on the words as the chill had returned and was slowly tugging her blouse free from her skirt. One by one the buttons began to twist and open to reveal her body shining in the torchlight, every tiny hair standing in the wake of the ethereal touch. As the cold reached the last button at her chest the entity roughly ripped it apart, and the book fell to the ground.

Mia’s legs were forced open by the presence who lay on top of her. There was no weight, just presence. Mia, still holding the flashlight in her mouth, saw the indents in her flesh and skirt where the ghost lay. Her skirt began to slide up her thighs and over her buttocks. The conflict of heat and damp in her panties and the icy breeze of the ghost made her crush her pussy walls together with desire.

Click here to buy and remember to use the code VALENTINE2013

Thanks for having a look - hope you had a gorgeously saucy Valentine's x x x T

KD's Kinky Boots!

I'm delighted today to show off this new erotic book from the fabulous KD Grace... Kinky Boots

After a sizzling encounter in DEMON HEELS, a quirky all-night shoe store, with the store’s hot owner, FINN MASTERS, JILL HART walks away in the most gorgeous boots ever. Her new boots come with an unexpected bonus, a sexy demon named ELEANOR, who’s looking for a good time. All she lacks is a body, and Jill’s will do nicely.
Jill quits her dead-end job and, not knowing what’s come over her stops by the nearest pub intent on doing tequila shots until she falls off the stool. Instead she does FINN MASTERS in the beer garden, unwittingly participating in her first ever threesome. The boots were the bait, the timing was right and Eleanor has new digs. It’s Finn job to prevent Eleanor’s misbehaving. His failure means he’ll have to ride shotgun and do damage control until Eleanor moves out at the next full moon.
With Eleanor in residence, Jill’s bolder, sexier, willing to take risks. But is she a whole new Jill, or is it just demon courage? And how will Finn feel about her when she’s just plain Jill again? Will the maddeningly magical ménage make Jill’s dreams come true, or will it break her heart?

Available from: - Amazon Uk and Amazon .COM
More links will be added here as they become available:
http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/kinky-boots/

*****

Excerpt:

There was a soft knock on the door and Meinrad entered the room with several hanks of what looked like ordinary rope. He nodded his greeting to Finn, then his gaze came to rest on Jill, and she felt her entire body blush at his inspection. ‘Turn around,’ he said.

She obeyed.

He made some sound low in his throat that could have passed as either approval or not. Then he placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face him. She noticed he wore the Kinky Boots uniform T-shirt stretched tight across his very broad chest. The shop name was punctuated by the hard pressure of nipples on muscular pecs. The black jeans he wore rode low on his hips. The wave of lust that rushed over her was staggering. How had she not noticed how sexy he was?

Then Finn moved to stand beside him, and she understood. Even though Meinrad was by far the larger man, Finn dominated the room. Finn dominated the space. Finn dominated every second of the last twenty-four hours of her life, as though he had shoved his way in and pushed everything else out. It did things to her, that thought, things that were way beyond lust, things that were a lot more frightening than being possessed by a demon.

He stood gazing down at her from some neutral distance that made her feel very much alone, as though the world and everyone in it had receded, leaving her to await her fate. Eleanor was keeping a low profile. Finn spoke without preamble. ‘Unless something’s hurting you, while Meinrad’s binding you, you’re not to speak. You’re only to move when he moves you. You’re to do exactly as he says. You’re to accept what he does to you in total passivity. Is that clear?’

‘Is he going to fuck me?’ She was embarrassed the minute she said it but it was too late to take it back.

‘If I want him to, yes,’ Finn said.

If Finn wanted him to. Dear God, what was she doing? Suddenly she felt unsteady on her feet. She didn’t know Meinrad. Not like she knew Finn. And yet the thought of the big man hammering her with his enormous cock while she was all trussed up was at least as exciting as it was uncomfortable. The thought that he would do so only at Finn’s bidding excited her even more.

‘There’ll be no safe word,’ Finn continued. ‘All you have to do is tell Meinrad to stop. Or if at any time he thinks you’re not fit to continue, he’ll stop, and that’ll be that. Are we clear?’

She nodded. ‘And what about you?’

‘Meinrad’s acting on my behalf.’ Finn held her in a cool gaze. ‘He’ll do as I say, and so will you, unless you choose at any point not to play.’ For a long moment he studied her, as though he might see something, perhaps some flaw, perhaps some weakness, she didn’t know what. He seemed too far away to tell. She held her breath. Waiting.

At last he blinked and stepped back, still holding her gaze. ‘I’ll ask you again, Jill. Are you sure this is what you want?’

She nodded, afraid to speak for fear her heart would jump out of her throat. Then she remembered to breathe again.

Finn said nothing. He took her hands in his and offered them to Meinrad, who took both her wrists in one huge palm and tied them across one another in a simple looped knot from which she could have easily escaped if she’d wanted. Then he led her to the bed and guided her onto it. There, he secured her hands to the headboard with several feet of slack, enough to allow him to work around her and at the same time allow Finn to observe from every angle. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Finn had pulled a ladder back chair to the side of the bed and sat emotionlessly looking on. A quick glance was all she got before Meinrad settled her into a kneeling position facing the wall with her hands resting on the headboard.

In the beginning, it felt as though she were being decorated with rope; that’s the best way Jill could describe what Meinrad was doing to her. The rope was softer than she expected it to be and not unpleasant against her bare skin. The embarrassment she felt came, flashed hot, then passed as Meinrad looped the rope and efficiently placed knots above her breasts and then below and then tightened and cinched his efforts until the harnessing effect squeezed and pinched and offered up each of her breasts in a tight little nest of rope, like ripe fruit topped by the cherry-hard rise of her nipples. She’d always had sensitive breasts and to have them so handled and bound made her whole chest burn with a need that was replicated in her pussy.

Meinrad worked in complete silence, his hands moving over her body as though she were nothing more than the canvas for what he was creating. His touch was exacting and his rhythm as he worked was hypnotic. Early on she realised that one of his hands was on her at all times. She remembered basic knot training from her childhood days in the Girl Guides. Right over left and under and through. Left over right and under and through. Rope threaded through competent fingers, rope slid over bare skin, coiling, twisting, binding, descending right over left and left over right, pressing a column of knots down the length of her spine before looping around her waist and embracing her belly. Again. And again. Yes, she was his canvas, and what he created took its shape against her flesh, but his art didn’t happen without exacting a price from him, and in her peripheral vision, as he reached around her to secure a knot over her navel, she caught a glimpse of the erection set tight in his black jeans, and she felt the hitch of his breathing not quite hidden in the rhythm of right over left, left over right. As he crossed the ropes around her body, she felt the heat of his breath whisper along her back next to the weaving and twisting and soft swishing of the rope along her spine.

With a tug of the rope every pore of her body responded to the tightening just as he nestled a knot against the pucker of her bottom and her gasp sounded like a rush of wind in the stretching silence. Meinrad gave a little pull and her clit hardened in empathy with the pressure between her buttocks. Then without warning, he slipped an arm around her and turned her over as he pulled two strands of rope up between her legs, up tight against her upper thighs like the elastic of knickers, or a tightly cinched climber’s harness. That done, with a deft movement of his fingers he secured a knot just over her clit, and this time she cried out in the strange mix of discomfort and arousal. The whole gape of her was pressed between the two strands of rope, knotted at fore and aft like a ship, narrow and thick-hulled.

There was barely time to get used to the strange rub and pressure between her legs, or the knot that felt like the tip of a thick finger attempting to breach her bottom, before Meinrad began to bind her thighs to her lower legs and ankles, making the position in which she knelt mandatory. With each knot, with each looping of the rope, he forced her bent legs further apart until she was wide open, yet at the same time held closed by the ropes between her legs. Bound and kneeling on the bed, she tried to breathe deeply, tried to fight back the panic of her own helplessness, something she had never experienced before. She was dangerously close to hyperventilating, and Eleanor seemed to be completely absent from the whole event.

‘Shall I continue?’ Meinrad asked.

*****
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.

K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall.

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Valentine's sale - mwoah!

Hi there lovelies and lovers...
Well another Valentine's Day is almost upon us - ahhh, the pining, the heartache, the waiting for the gentle thud of cards on the door mat.... and saucy books! (yay)
So, if you're looking for a little something to spice up the 14th - look no further than the Beachwalk Press sale! To get 50% off all ebooks simply use this code at the checkout - VALENTINE2013
If you haven't read them yet, now's good time to try my own saucy, sexy books!
Mia's Books - an award winning erotic ghost story and
A Clockwork Butterfly - an erotic fantasy designed to get even the coldest blood heating up nicely!

 And to celebrate the big Valentine's sale - the Beachwalk authors are sharing their favourite steamy scenes from their books on the blog - why not go and take a look!

Thanks and happy smoochin'
T x x x

Wendi's Smut In The City!

I'm delighted to have Wendi Zwaduk with me today to tell us all about the city that inspired her tale for Smut In The City... take it away Wendi!

I want to thank Tabitha for having me on the blog. I love hanging out with friends and talking about my stories. Thanks!!

My story in the Smut in the City Anthology is titled, Love of My Life, and is set in Cleveland, Ohio. I don’t live too far from Cleveland and if I want to go see a major concert or sporting event, Cleveland is where I go.

So why write about Cleveland? I’ve heard all kinds of things about Cleveland from those who haven’t been there long or have had rotten experiences there. Yes, there are potholes in the road. Yes, the traffic can be a bear. It’s rough around the edges and has places that aren’t the greatest to hang out. Don’t all cities have those areas?

For me, Cleveland is so much more than the little things that might drag it down. We’ve got a thriving theatre district. We get many of the productions after they go to Broadway. We’re not talking some ninth rate garbage show. Phantom played in Cleveland. We’ve also got some great little restaurants that take a bit to find, but are worth the adventure. Oh! And there’s the lake. Yep, we have Lake Erie right to the north. Want to boat? Water ski? Jet ski? You can do that here.

Then there’s my favorite part of Cleveland. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I’m a sucker for rock music. I could spend hours listening to it and wandering the exhibits in the museum. Rock music is where I got my title. Queen’s song, Love of My Life is one of my favorites and just fit the story. The main characters have had a relationship, things fell apart and a chance in the city is what they need to decide if they can have a second chance.

Here, let me give you a taste of Love of My Life:

“Isn’t that a shit? Damn thing got stuck.” Torin pressed the buttons on the pad. “The phone button doesn’t work, either. Jesus.” He leant against the wall of the car and faced her. “So.”

“So.” Part of her wanted to slink away from him. Another part of her wanted to run into his arms—except his arms weren’t open to her. The rest of her chose to stand firm. “What brings you to Cleveland? The hot weather or the constant road construction? They’re tearing up I-90 again. The Inner Belt Bridge project has been put on hold so they can implode a parking garage on Carnegie. The detour has traffic really goofed up. I hear we’re getting another Casino. Like we need another place to gamble.”

“People like to try their luck near water.”

“You said you hated the water and the congestion. So why are you here?”

“You.”

Zoe froze. He hadn’t just said...no, her mind played tricks on her. “The Pier renovated the docks, making it really nice down there. The Galleria has a bunch of new store fronts, so we now have access to an organic food store. It’s nice. I can run by the lake in the morning then walk over to the mall in the afternoon and get my groceries and have a nice dinner. No need for a car.”

Torin rose to his full height and crossed the expanse to where she stood. He didn’t just walk to her, he moved like a cat. All swagger and slink and those muscles. “Did you hear me, Zoe?”

The possession in his eyes radiated to her core. He held all the power. One gravely word from him and she used to come in his hand. No more. No matter how hot he was. Her nipples pebbled and the heat in her chest slipped southward.

“You like to push buttons.” Try as she might, she couldn’t look away from his eyes. In the dim light, she noticed the deep brown flecks nestled among the green.

“You’ve become jaded.” He stepped closer to her, enough she felt his breath on her skin. The scent of mint and musk curled around her. He grasped a lock of her hair and ran the strands through his fingers. “Who did I come back for?”

“You, so you say.” She notched her chin in the air. “You came back to this city and all the things you said hemmed you in for me. You don’t like traffic, hate seeing all the buildings cluttering the skyline and yet you’re back in town.”

“You don’t believe me?” His voice rumbled down her spine. “Come here.”

“No.” She sidestepped him and allowed herself to breathe. She kept her back to him. If she didn’t see him, she couldn’t fall for him. “I can’t.”

“Claustrophobia?”

“Yes.” He’d remembered. She studied her reflection in the polished metal. “Gets me every time.”

“Let me take your mind off your problem.” He turned her around and held her in his arms, albeit loosely. Torin began to sway and sing. “I’ve never found a woman like the love of my life.”

She sagged against him and clutched his shirt. She figured he’d try to get into her pants. Zoe rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. She settled into the rhythm of his movements, transfixed by him.

“You broke my heart, so I gave you your freedom,” he sang. “My mistake to live with for so long. How can I say I was wrong?”

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I'm back with the 777!

Well, good grief - it's taken me a couple of weeks to get the hang of 2013, but with the help of being tagged for the 777 game by Justine Elyot, Kd Grace and Tamsin Flowers - I'm back - thanks ladies! So here it is - 7 lines (or so...) from page 77 of my work in progress, The Meeting Point...

Deborah woke early having hardly slept at all. She watched Marcus’ eyes flutter under their lids and left the tent, careful not to disturb him. Sun was already streaming through the trees as she made her way down to the river to freshen up. Since her double sexual mind trip yesterday, Deborah had felt strangely calm and peaceful. Thoughts had whirled around her mind all night long as she’d tried to analyse what had happened to her from a scientific point of view, but it was with a lazy curiosity not her usual frantic need to know. It was as if there had been a cellular or molecular breakdown of the physical and mental parts of the body and they’d simply seeped into each other. The more she remembered the sensations, the more amazing they became to her. 

So there you have it - now I tag some more authors to take part - I nominate Aimée Duffy, Ella Jade, Nikki Magennis, Lacey Wolfe, Scarlett Hart, Kaylie Newell and Patricia Bates

Happy Hogmanay!

Well ladies and gents, whatever you're doing tonight to bring in 2013 - may it be wonderful for you !

Hope we catch up again next year,
With love, Tabitha x x x

Merry Christmas Season!

Well folks,

Today I am breathing out quite far as I typed the best words EVER on my manuscript - 'The End'
Huzzah!
I tell you, it's been tough finding the time to sit down and write and I'm SO glad to have it done before the Christmas jollies start in earnest...
So this is me wishing you all a wonderful, special, gorgeous, delightful, joyful Christmas with hope and love.
Now, as for the manuscript - this is where the hard work really starts... the edits - can I leave them until the new year? Can I?

Do remember to keep checking up on the Blissemass festivities and also Justine Elyot has a wonderful giveaway going on for the 12 days of Christmas.

Lots of love and thanks for stopping by,

Tabitha x x x

Smutters Advent Calendar - Day 13!

Hello and if it's your first time along at my blog, welcome! It's day 13 already of Advent...
This is part of the Smutters Advent Calendar  - hooray!

If you leave me a Christmassy comment at the end of this post (today only) I'll choose two winners. One will receive a pdf copy of Mia's Books and the other, A Clockwork Butterfly (both very saucy... you've been warned!)

Thanks for clicking my link ;)

Check out Blissemas too for more goodies - oh, and remember about the grand prize quiz from 25th - 31st!
Have a very merry Christmas!
Love from Tabitha x x

PS - If you'd like to hear more from me, I'm on Facebook and Twitter too...

Shhh... we're going on a Pleasure Hunt!

Well goodness me, how exciting this Christmas is shaping up to be! I'm delighted to be talking part in the Sh! Christmas Pleasure hunt to whet your appetite for their new Filthy Friday feature...
For your chance to win a big old bag of saucy goodies from Sh! simply visit the lovely Kristina Lloyd's site or Sh! blog for full instructions on how to take part and win, win, win!

So in July when all the Christmas decorations go up in the shops, I am devastated! I think, oh no - not yet - I'm not ready for the cold and dark... but by November I'm jumping up and down waiting for snow to fall and on the First of December, the tree is up - the lights are on and the mince pies are in the oven.  I especially love huddling around an open fire with a jolly tipple waiting for Old Mr Claus to come down the chimney and filly my stocking (ahem...) with tangerines and sixpences.

This year, I'm hoping that I've been a good enough girl to get a few goodies.

Remember to visit these delicious authors' sites tomorrow and click on the links cunningly hidden in their posts.
The fabulous Lucy Felthouse!
The gorgeous Lexie Bay!
The awesome KD Grace!

Merry Christmas x x x
Love Tabitha x x x

Smut In The City - Underground Encounter...

Oooh I've gone all tingly just from the title! The lovely Tamsin Flowers is here to tell us all about her Underground Encounter in Smut In The City...


Hi,
First, I want to say what a great pleasure it is to be able to come and post on Tabitha’s fab blog, especially at this really busy time of year.  So read on for a naughty treat and a great suggestion for a Christmas present for one of those girlfriends who seem to have everything!
With Christmas so nearly upon us, city centres everywhere have taken on a particularly festive air.  After what’s felt like months of grim, grey rain and drizzle, at last the Christmas decorations have brought a welcome blast a of colour and light back to the cityscape.  Browsing through department stores and checking out their Christmas window displays on a crisp cold December evening can be fun – especially if you add in a steaming hot glass of mulled wine or some roasted chestnuts that will warm your hands as you eat them.
My favourite place at this time of year?  It has to be London.  The windows of Harrods, Harvey Nichols and Selfridges are so inventive and the Christmas lights so bright.  But it’s one of my favourite cities at any time of year, which is why I set my story for Smut in the City there.  Underground Encounter details a super hot seduction on a London tube train.  Read the excerpt below, and you might understand why I think this amazing anthology would make such a good Christmas present – hot, romantic, funny, dangerously sexy – just the thing to raise the temperature on a cold winter’s night!
Enjoy!
Excerpt from Underground Encounter
As the train pulled out of the station, the boy’s eyes locked mine in a lingering gaze.  I ran my tongue around the edge of my lips; those brown eyes were making me hungry.  I’d found my target and from the way he was looking at me, I had a feeling that maybe things would work out.  If he didn’t try and get out at the next stop...
His eyes slid down to the V-shape made by the collar of my coat, to the tiny crack of cleavage it showed.  Self-consciously I put a hand to my neck, pulling at one side of the collar as I scratched an imaginary itch on my shoulder.  His stare was unremitting, his eyes two limpid brown pools that were starting to play havoc with my breathing.  I slowly looked away but my heart carried on pounding, almost loud enough for me to hear, and it was more than I could do to avert my eyes for long.  His wide mouth, even unsmiling, drew my gaze back to his face.
Suddenly he leant forward with his elbows on his knees.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked softly.
His breath smelt pleasantly of alcohol and as I spoke I could see his tongue was stained dark from drinking red wine.
I leant forwards too, letting my coat fall open.  His eyes dropped down to my breasts, sculpted to perfection in a black lace bustier Tina had leant me.
I put a finger across my lips.
‘Shhhhh...’
He nodded and swooped across to sit in the seat next to mine.  Our eyes locked and I could feel sexual tension thickening the air between us.  I looked around our end of the carriage: an elderly couple were sitting a few seats away from us and beyond them a pale, thin man, with receding hair, even though he didn’t look very old.  None of them seemed to be taking any notice of us.
I put my hand on the boy’s thigh and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.  His lips were moist and a sheen of sweat made his forehead glisten.  Deep in my pussy a familiar flutter told me what was expected of me: I had to get part of this boy inside part of me.  Soon.
The train stopped sharply and the doors opened.
A middle-aged woman with short grey hair got on and came and sat in the seat opposite us, the one my boy had just vacated.
I decided not to take any notice of her; after all, that was the whole point of the challenge, to see how far you could get in a public railway carriage.  But as the train pulled away, the boy gave her a nervous glance.  I wondered how old he was, even though it was something I wouldn’t ask in a million years.
To calm his nerves and my own, I let my hand slip further up his thigh, towards his groin, and at the same time I leaned across and kissed him softly on the lips.  His hand immediately went to my shoulder to keep me there as he prolonged the kiss.  His mouth encircled mine and I then felt his tongue gently, slowly probing, inching its way between my lips.  I felt a surge of heat between my legs and as I applied pressure to his warm thigh I heard a small, low groan deep in his throat.  My tongue met his briefly and then I let my teeth catch his lower lip.  His hand slipped from my shoulder to my rib cage, applying the gentlest of pressure through my coat to the side of my breast.
A loud, wholly unrealistic coughing from across the carriage distracted me from what I was doing and I felt the boy’s muscles go tense under my hand.  I looked around to find the woman opposite glaring at me with a look of utter disdain.

Thank you Tamsin! If that's whetted your appetite (and I'm guessing it has...) why not treat yourself to a lovely copy of Smut In The City.
Just click to see all your buying options! http://smutters.co.uk/smut-in-the-city
And check out Tamsin's site for more saucy antics http://tamsinflowers.com/
Thanks for stopping by x x