10 Fun Facts about Alyse Raines #NewAdult #Contemp #Mainstream #BlogTour @alyseraines @EvernightPub


Fun Facts about Alyse Raines:

  1. Six is my fav number. I don’t know why, it just is!
  1. I cried when I met Carrie Ann Ryan. Like, hands shaking, ugly tears, panda eyes crying. And she hugged me. #allthelove
  1. I have a fender strat and a ukulele and can’t play either of them because of a neurological disorder (Chiari I) that makes my hands weak and shaky. Doesn’t stop me from trying, though!
  1. When I told a fellow author friend I’m bisexual, her response was texting me nude pics of her in the bath. Yeah, I made that WTF?!?! face too.
  1. Most of my hair fell out (all over my crown and two big patches on the right side of my head) thanks to my condition, so I shaved my weird-shaped head. Sometimes I wear a wig.
  1. The crown Prince of Norway (Haakon the HAWT) heard me say he was sexy. And he said thanks. And blushed. And I died.
  2. I think redheads are sexy. Men AND women.
  1. But I also have a thing for tall, dark, and inked dudes.
  1. Don’t make me choose between Starbucks coffee and my own iced mint-and-green tea.
  1. My family is my life, and I am blessed to have them.



Title: The Fundamental Theory of Us

Author: Alyse Raines

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Evernight

Cover: Jay Aheer


Andrew Warren’s future was with the Marines, until an IED took his leg and derailed his career. Now he’s flunking Fundamentals, and he enlists the help of his fellow App State freshman and off-campus neighbor, Sawyer Layne. It’s not just the beautiful blonde’s looks that intrigue him, but the hurt in her eyes.

Sawyer spends her days surrounded by numbers and nights with a bottle of vodka to numb the darkness of her past. Guys like sexy, tattooed Andrew are exactly what Sawyer needs to avoid. Look but don’t touch—that’s the rule. If only his eyes weren’t so blue, and his abs not so chiseled….

When Sawyer resists his brand of charm, Andrew uses every devious tactic he knows to pull her from her shell. Falling in love was never part of the plan.


Buy links:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-fundamental-theory-of-us-by-alyse-raines/

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefundamentaltheoryofus-2061371-149.html

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-fundamental-theory-of-us-alyse-raines/1124091571?ean=2940153120096

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01HN91TS2

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01HN91TS2

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01HN91TS2

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/648269

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-fundamental-theory-of-us


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Author bio:raines2

Alyse Raines was born in Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles. She writes romance, and her obsessions include books, tea, sandals, turquoise jewelry, nail polish, and online shopping. Her debut NA contemporary romance THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US is out now from Evernight.

Author links:

Website & Blog: http://alyseraines.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyseraines

Twitter: https://twitter.com/alyseraines

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/alyseraines

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30782158-the-fundamental-theory-of-us



A Day in the Writing Life of SJ Smith #PNR #Comedy #ERom (@CW1985)


A Day in the Writing Life

I tend to wait until the creative juices are flowing before I even attempt to write. There’s no point trying to force things along, in my opinion; it doesn’t work and ultimately can do more harm than good. I wonder how many writing projects get abandoned halfway through because of frustration? If the evidence on my hard drive is anything to go by, I’d say it’s a fairly common occurrence.

When the time is right and the words are flowing I’ll work all hours of the day and night. I lock myself away in my office, smoke a lot of cigarettes, drink a lot of coffee and growl at anyone who attempts to engage me in conversation. There’s nothing worse than composing a brilliant sentence in your mind, only to lose it to the ether as someone wanders in to tell you some meaningless drivel about something they saw on TV the other day. When I’m writing I need you to stay the fuck away. You have been warned.

I don’t do it to be nasty. You have to understand, I’m in another place; holding the fates of a dozen made up people in my hands; working out how to move them from one situation to another: How they will react? What will they be thinking about? Will the circumstances remind them of another point in their life? What effect will the surrounding environment have upon them? What colour are the curtains? What does the place smell like? It’s impossible to create another world while someone is talking at you.

Of course, there are many different stages to composing a novel, and not all of them involve such deep troughs of concentration and solitude. It’s only really the first draft – the initial explosion of ideas – which requires me to segregate myself from the rest of the planet. I can pass for an almost decent human being during the editing stages, as the creative requirements are not quite so intense.

And not all of the work is done at my computer. A lot is composed in my head in advance, and this will generally involve a lot of pacing back and forth and muttering. One advantage of this method is I can claim to be working at any time – even when I’m lying on the sofa with my eyes closed. Sorry, I can’t go shopping, can’t you see how busy I am? Tee hee hee.

I’m supposed to be working right now. I’m at the planning stages of the sequel to House of Fox, and I really ought to be making some headway. Trouble is, I’ve got so much going on that my concentration span is down to about twenty-five seconds. As previously stated, there’s no point trying to force the issue. When the time is right to put pen to paper I’ll know, and the words will flow like wine once I’m back in that wonderful creative zone.


The House of Fox blurb:2016-291 eBook The House of Fox 6x9

After a drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in the House of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every sordid fantasy becomes reality.

But all is not as it seems.

The House of Fox harbours many dark secrets, and factions are plotting against one another.

The four newcomers must choose their friends carefully and take care not to lose their minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry them to the ends of the Earth and beyond.

The Great Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .



The House of Fox excerpt:

Jane!” Dylan called from the stage.

She kept her gun trained on Donna a moment longer, relishing the fear that had wiped away that look of smugness, and then turned to face him. “Dylan the Dick.” She readjusted her aim, pointing the muzzle at his crotch. “Soon to be Dylan the Dickless if you give me any trouble.”

He smiled. “I’m sensing you have some anger management issues, young lady.”

Jane did a double take, incredulous he could be quite so dumb. “Oh what a great idea, Dylan: Hey, let’s make jokes at the expense of the lady who has a gun trained on our prize shlong. That’ll certainly prove you aren’t the moron everyone claims you are.”

“Have people been saying I’m a moron?” He rolled his eyes. “Not that old chestnut.”

“It’s a well known fact you have more dong than ding.” She cocked her head to one side. “Which is what got us all wondering – how could someone as retarded as yourself possibly manage to put this little insurrection together? It’s patently obvious you’re merely the puppet, so if you want to spare yourself an eternity of agony, start naming names. Who put you up to this, Dylan?”

“Funnily enough, the person who put me up to it also provided me with this.” He held out his hand to show her a silver device sandwiched in his fist. “If my thumb lets go of this button, a V bomb will take out this entire level and we’ll all spend eternity in agony.”

Jane took a step back and waved away the encroaching militia. Her bravado died pitifully inside her chest. She should have known it was too good to last.

“Looks like the moron stole a march on the Fox Girls.” Dylan waved the silver device in the air. “Guess that makes you pretty stupid, huh?”

“Put it down,” Jane shrieked, raising the muzzle of the gun level with his head.

“Put it down? Okay, I’ll put it down.” Dylan bent forward, making as if to drop the device on the floor.

“Stop!” Jane backed up another step, panic bubbling at the realisation she’d fucked everything up. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You think so? Do you know what a V bomb is, Jane?” Dylan’s twisted smile mocked her to the core. “It’s a very powerful piece of black witchcraft that essentially turns every vagina within a hundred yard radius into a hydrogen bomb. Your little ginger quim will explode with the force of ten Hiroshimas, blowing you and everyone else within a mile into a billion pieces in the blink of an eye.”

Jane stared at him, trying to work out if he was bullshitting or not.

Buy from:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/House-Fox-SJ-Smith-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/House-Fox-Sinful-Comedies-Book-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

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Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-house-of-fox/id1126014781?mt=11

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-house-of-fox

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Author bio:

SJ Smith is a neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long been his dream to become a full time filth monger.


Twitter: @sjsmithauthor

Blog: http://sjsmithrants.blogspot.co.uk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SJSmithWriter/

Publisher: @SinfulPress




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5 Things: Louisa Blacio ~ Master Class #BlogTour #Menage @LouisaBacio @InthePages


Welcome to Louisa Blacio & her new release, Master Class.

What 5 things have you learned since you began writing?

5) Writing a book is exhausting.

If you juggle a job, a family, a social life and writing on top of all that, learn to live on less sleep.

4) Getting your work published is exhausting.

One of my last books I turned in February 2015. Of course, edits came back a year later, the night before I was going to leave on spring break. The good news is that you learn to get through them faster.

3). Marketing your work is exhausting.

No one ever explained the concept of writing your next book, editing your current book and marketing the one that just came out. Be prepared to mental multitask.

2). Hosting a FB party is exhausting.

My laptop always crashes during a FB party. When a good friend was going to do her first one, she planned out 12 posts/activities for the hour. I told her I usually do four or five. Yep! She had way too much material. Expect to refresh a LOT.

But guess what? It’s also a blast!

1). I wouldn’t change any part of the process!

Yes, it is exhausting, but guess what? It’s rewarding and stimulating and challenging and a ride worth it all!


It’s been a long road, but thrilled to announce that the all-new, full-length novel The Master Class has been released. In book 3 of Sex University, everything Ms. Lucy thought was the truth turns upside down.

Book 3: The Master Class

A love triangle for a new age of romance.

Clarissa abandoned her fiancé and their upcoming wedding in order to find her path. With a fresh relationship with a woman, she looks forward never back – until her ex comes searching. Trapped between the man she’s destined to marry and the woman who’s won her heart, tough decisions lie ahead.

As headmistress of Sex University, Lucy knows life comes with complications. She designs a new Master Class to help troubled couples before knowing she’d become a star student.

Determined to salvage his love, Mario, the man between them, needs to let go and realize he’s not always in control. Tantalizing lessons lie ahead for this threesome.

Sometimes the past catches up.

Available now via Amazon, ARe and other eRetailers.



“You’ve been making a lot of noise, Mr. Cavallo. I had to see you. Otherwise, you threatened to never leave, and then there was the allegation of ‘kidnapping.’ I don’t understand. Who do you think we’re holding prisoner? Everyone is here of their own free will.”
“Please call me Mario. I’m sorry to cause such a disturbance, but the last communications from my fiancée came from San Francisco and this school specifically.”
He looked around her office. “I’m not quite sure what you do here, but I have a basic understanding, and I have no idea why Lara would be here. She’s not that type of girl.”
That type of girl? He’d be shocked at what “type” attended the school.
Shaking her head, Ms. Lucy tried to address the situation with patience. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have anyone registered here under that name. There must be a mistake.”
“Ahhh wait,” he said, opening a black leather portfolio and removing a few photographs. He inspected them, and a crease marred his handsome brow. In that moment, seeing the mixture of pain and love collide on his face, she knew she’d help him. No matter what it took.
“I had a private detective look for her. Here are some pictures he took.” As he laid them on the desk in front of her, her heart stuttered as she drank in the photos. The woman in front of her was all too familiar. “She’s going under her given name, Clarissa.”

MC 2 Teaser


Check out the other books in the series!

Book 2: Learning Curves

Raised by an over-controlling and manipulative father, Savannah “Van” Morgan flees the East Coast for the West, seeking sanctuary with her Aunt Lucy, headmistress of San Francisco Sex University. Rather than staying at the main campus, Van enrolls in SFSU’s more nurturing “sister” school.

After visiting the main campus of SFSU, Margaret “Maggie” O’Neil hangs up her police badge in search of new experiences and hoping to awake her own dormant sexuality.

With subjects such as an “Art Sex-education” class with an Italian professor who’s happy to schedule private tutoring after-hours, the school invites all sorts of sexual exploration. In the end, Van and Maggie fight to overcome the Learning Curves to overcome the pressures of society and save each other.

Available now via Amazon, ARe, B&N and other eRetailers.


Book 1: Physical Education

Tired of sexual norms and wanting to expand her pleasure, Amanda “Mandi” Wilkinson enrolls in summer school at San Francisco Sex University, an exclusive sex school located in the heart of San Francisco. What Mandi doesn’t realize is that not all the mysterious drop-outs are simply flunking sex-ed.

Reed McAllister came to Sex U. for reasons all his own. Undercover, he’s searching for a woman, the right woman, and so far he doesn’t have any leads. Reed never saw himself working at a place such as SFSU, let alone instructing, but he had to admit it – the job did come with its perks.

When Mandi turns up on the missing list, will Reed be able to save her and give her the lessons she so desires?

Available now via Amazon, ARe, Smashwords and other eRetailers.


Christian Mingle

Sometimes you need to experience what’s wrong in order to find out what’s right.

As scandal after scandal piles up and her husband’s caught cheating, Jody Druger hides at the last place the non-reality TV shows expect: Sex University.

While fighting through her bedroom inhibitions, Jody learns who she really is and forges plans for an independent future, discovering new pathways toward pleasure in the process, a truly religious experience.

Available now via Amazon, ARe, Riverdale Avenue Books, Smashwords and at other eRetailers.

Summer School – Series Starter
A Short Story from Sex University

Ms. Lucy dreams of starting a sex school in San Francisco, the City of Love. After interviewing some promising candidates, including Antoinella De Luca, an artist who integrates her tools into playtime, and twin blond surfer hotties, Blaine and Wayne, Lucy launches a soft opening, Summer School.

One of the first students to join, Willow, comes seeking to explore new experiences. When paired with Ted, who she feels is way out of her league, it’s a game of give or give.

Lucy likes it when the shy ones pair up with those with more confidence. And so do we!

Available via Amazon, ARe, Riverdale Avenue Books and other eRetailers.


About Louisa Bacio

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.



#BlogTour ~ Fifty Shades of Green #Erotic


The Cultivation of Love

“Sunlight and Water” is a story of a young woman named Phyllida who seeks a love potion from an herb-witch. In the witch’s cottage, she has an erotic encounter with a stranger that abruptly ends when her lover’s cock breaks off. The witch gives the broken stump a plant-healing salve that will allow it to grow back—but only if it receives the right sort of “fertilizer.” Phyllida, charged by the witch with gathering herbs for her love potion, finds that her and the stranger’s quests take them on a journey where love is redefined.

A few years ago I wrote a scene about two strangers who have sex in a witch’s cottage. The man’s cock breaks off, and the rest of the story was to involve his attempts to try to grow it back. It was a silly story that went nowhere at the time, but in the context of coming up with ideas for this anthology, I realized that I could treat the broken appendage as a growing thing like any plant or flower. I was thrilled to be able to find a place for this plot element that I actually quite liked.

I made the orfiftyshadesofgreengan-stump that needs to grow back a metaphor for another thing that flourishes only when it’s properly cultivated—love. So many times love that’s represented in literature is solely based on physical chemistry or some indefinable soul-mate connection, which I think tends to support our projecting unrealistic ideals upon other people that don’t leave a lot of room for continued growth, either as couples or individuals. Not that there’s anything realistic about my story—thank goodness cocks don’t regularly fall off during sex!—but it felt good for me to write something supportive of romantic ideals in which love isn’t destined or at first sight, but is something born of seeds planted that thrive only with the proper conditions and care.

—Colleen Chen


Excerpt from Fifty Shades of Green, “Sunlight and Water”

“What are you doing here?” she asked suspiciously.

“I followed you,” he said. “I saw you leave the cottage and I wondered what you were doing, traipsing around in the dark by yourself. So what are you doing?”

“Picking herbs,” she said. “Flora told me some very specific times for collecting them. Otherwise it wouldn’t really be my choice to be digging around in the dark.”

“What are the herbs for?”

Phyllida stared at him defiantly. Why not tell the truth? She had nothing to hide. “I’m going to make a potion for Marcus. So he won’t make the biggest mistake of his life marrying that woman instead of me.”

“Ah,” Egan said, nodding sagely. “Well, that seems like a worthy cause. What do these herbs look like?” He held the torch closer.

“Well, they have red veins, and they grow beside the mushrooms,” Phyllida said, leaning down. “There.” She reached down to pluck the first plant.

She felt a tingle in her fingers as she grasped the stem and pulled on it to break it off, and she shivered, feeling that tingle spread over her skin, leaving a warmth in its wake. The warmth centered in her belly, and she suddenly became more aware of Egan standing beside her, the muscles in his forearm holding the torch steady. She glanced up at his face, warm in the glow of the torch, and suddenly she remembered what it felt like when he kissed her, and a wave of lust nearly made her pass out.

She tore her eyes away and brought them back to the mushroom patch, reaching for another plant.

The tingle came again, waking up her skin even further, and something else—now she could smell Egan, the delicious musk of him—and cock or no cock, her gaze was magnetized to his crotch and she had to grab her knees to stop her legs from sending her catapulting to rip his pants off and start sucking his balls.

“I can’t do this,” she groaned, biting her lower lip hard, trying to fight these unnatural urges she was having.

“Why not?” Egan asked. He propped the torch up in a tree and bent down to pluck a plant.

He sucked in a breath as his whole body trembled. He was still for a long moment. Then both he and Phyllida turned slowly toward each other, as if hypnotized.

—Colleen Chen


Blurb and buy links:

Fifty Shades of Green is a garden of naughty delights!
Within our pages you’ll discover:

– Virile gods and their mortal conquests.
– A community garden’s secret (and very dirty) fertility ritual.
– An Edwardian dominatrix living out her sadistic garden fantasies.
– Student/teacher lessons in horticultural hotness.
– Young lovers seeking the help of green witches.
– A beautiful, blind priest who helps an injured traveler.
. . . and so much more.

Peek inside the garden gate.

(You know you want to.)

A dozen racy tales await.

Fifty Shades of Green is a collection of twelve delicious and erotic short stories with gardening themes. What you’ll find in these pages is hotter than the hottest pepper on the Scoville index of heat! And smart, not smutty. Well . . . maybe a little smutty.

To Buy Fifty Shades of Green (it’s on sale, just for you):

Amazon.com UK

Amazon.com US


Author Bio:
Colleen Chen is a freelance writer and bodyworker living in the Twin Cities. Her debut novel, currently titled Dysmorphic Kingdom, will be released in early 2015. She has several stories published or forthcoming in print or e-anthologies, including the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Pink Narcissus’ Queer Fish, and Circlet Press’ anthology of collected microfiction. Her blog is at www.colleenchen.com.


FREE Sample Stories!

To sample two free stories from Fifty Shades of Green visit our Garden Shorts website.

If you sign up for our newsletter you will be sent “Seed” (our sexy story about a community garden’s secret fertility ritual).

To read “Phallus Impudicus,” (a tale about the horny god Pan’s visit with a lonely gardener) just click on the Fifty Shades SAMPLE! tab




Only You by Lorna Peel #BlogTour #Romance #Interview


Do you have any traditions when you’re writing? (ie: Music, candles burning, low lightning, etc.)
Not really, just a comfortable chair and my laptop. Sometimes I write with music in the background and sometimes not, it depends what I’m writing.

What is your favorite colour?
Purple! I love purple. Not Barney purple, just a nice deep classy purple.

What is your favorite junk food?
At the moment it’s pizza. For some reason, I couldn’t eat cheese for a long time as it would give me sinusitis, but recently I took a chance, ate some cheese and nothing happened! So, at long last I can do away with the horrible vegan cheese I’d been eating for years and eat proper cheese again!

What is your favorite movie from the 80s?
Probably E.T. I remember being taken to see it in the cinema as a birthday treat.

Who are some of your favorite authors?
My favourite childhood author was Enid Blyton. Now, it is Sharon Penman and Phil Rickman.

Who/What are you currently reading?
I’ve almost finished Demelza, which is the second book in the Poldark series by Winston Graham. Next is Lionheart by Sharon Penman. It’s been on my to be read list for ages!

Writing can be a crazy business. How do you stay positive within the craziness?
It’s tough, but you have to be stubborn and keep believing in yourself and your writing and never give up.

Did you always want to be an author?
I’d always wanted to do something which involved writing. For a long time I wanted to be a journalist but realised I wasn’t outgoing enough for that so I started writing novels!

What is your one pet peeve about the writing business?
“Celebrity authors” who get book deals because of who they are, not on the strength of their writing.

What are you scared of most – spiders or snakes? If neither, what are you most afraid of?
There aren’t many scary spiders or snakes here in Ireland so I can’t say whether I’m scared of them or not. I really don’t like heights, though. I had a bad attack of vertigo on a trip to Rotterdam in the Netherlands. I was up the Euromast observation tower and my legs just went from under me. It was pretty horrible but embarrassing at the same time!

Thank you for interviewing me, Kacey!

Only You

Jane couldn’t get home quickly enough. Fifteen minutes later, she slammed her front door, ran into the living room and across to the TV. The DVD box — which had pride of place in her collection — still lay on top of the DVD player. She shook her head in awe. Robert Armstrong, as Simon Moore in the contemporary version of Lady Chatterley’s Lover was tall, dark, handsome, moody, and passionate. He was the kind of character she and millions of other women had swooned over — not a drugs baron with poorly-dyed hair and weird contact lenses.

Heading back out to the hall, she hung up her bag and coat, then pressed play on the answering machine.

“Ring me,” Mags’ voice demanded. “I don’t care how late it is.”

Smiling, she pressed Mags’ speed dial button on the handset, then immediately ended the call. She couldn’t say the actor was Robert Armstrong! What now?

She jumped when the phone rang in her hands. The screen told her it was Mags. “Shit.”

The answering machine took over and she heard her sister’s puzzled voice. “I thought you’d be home by now. Ring me when you are. I want to know who he is!”

“Oh sod it.” With a sigh, Jane pressed three on the handset and the phone speed-dialled for her.

Mags answered on the first ring. “Jane? You just in?”


“So, who is he?” Mags prompted.

“Robert Adams.”

“Never heard of him. What’s he like?”


“You still sound a bit strange. I thought you said he didn’t give you the creeps anymore? Does he?”

“Yeah.” It was just a tiny lie. Burying any guilt she might feel for lying to her sister, Jane headed to the kitchen, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder while she switched the kettle on.

“And will he be back next week, or have you frightened him off?”

“No, he said he’d be back.”

“Excellent. Did you ask why family history classes?”

“Oh.” She retrieved a mug from the draining board. “He’s playing some kind of a psychopath all day, so he wanted to do something else in the evenings.”

Mags snorted. “No offence, Janey, but family history evening classes?”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Okay, sorry. Are you doing anything on Thursday?”

“No, why?” She opened a cupboard and reached for the jar of instant coffee.

“Fancy a shopping trip?”

“I’m broke, Mags.” Still cradling the handset between her shoulder and face, Jane opened the jar of coffee, and added a spoonful to the mug.

“A window shopping trip, then?”

“Oh, go on then.” She put the jar down and reached for the handset. “I haven’t been around the shops for ages.”

“Brilliant! I’ll be round at ten.”

Jane ended the call and, cup of coffee in hand, went back to the DVD. She allowed herself a blush, then put it back on the shelf.


Jane Hollinger is the wrong side of thirty, divorced and struggling to pay the mortgage her cheating ex left her with. As a qualified genealogist, teaching family history evening classes is a way for her to make ends meet. But she begins to wonder if it’s such a good idea when a late enroller for the class is a little… odd. “Badly-blond Bloke” both scares and intrigues Jane, and when she discovers he is her all-time favourite actor and huge crush, Robert Armstrong, she’s stunned. Even more stunning to Jane is the fact that Robert is interested in her romantically. He’s everything she ever dreamed of, and more, but can she overcome her fear of living in the public eye to be with the man she loves? Preview




About me:
Lorna Peel is an author of contemporary and historical romantic fiction. She has had work lorna-peelpublished in three Irish magazines – historical articles on The Stone of Scone in ‘Ireland’s Own’, on The Irish Potato Famine in the ‘Leitrim Guardian’, and Lucy’s Lesson, a contemporary short story in ‘Woman’s Way’. Lorna was born in England and lived in North Wales until her family moved to Ireland to become farmers, which is a book in itself! She lives in rural Ireland, where she write, researches her family history, and grows fruit and vegetables. She also keeps chickens (and a Guinea Hen who now thinks she’s a chicken!).








#BlogTour ~ In the Blind by @SJMaylee #Erotic #Giveaway @EvernightPub

 intheblind 500x333In the Blind (Club Blind #1) by: S.J. Maylee

Genre: Erotic Romance with D/s

Length: Novella

Published: October 15, 2014

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Book Links:

Evernight Publishing | Amazon | Barnes & Noble

All Romance eBooks | BookStrand | Smashwords | iTunes



Blurb: Jane thinks she’s ready to take the risks her business and love life desperately need. Rob’s still punishing himself for a broken relationship that wasn’t meant to last. When the pair let an opportunity pass them by, fate steps in and throws them back together.

An evening of pitch black unrestrained passion at Club Blind opens her eyes to life’s possibilities. Now, if they don’t fight past their personal demons, they might never truly discover what they need most. If they can open their hearts, it might lead them directly to each other where they can discover their truth. If not, they may forever stay in the blind.

Where you can find IN THE BLIND:

Evernight Publishing 


The door continued to open every few minutes. Finally, the woman in front of Jane was taken away. She could see nothing past the door besides black. Until the door closed, she continued gazing into the darkness. How would the loss of sight change the experience? Would she feel more? What would he feel like? Nerves shook through her limbs, and sweat tickled her palms.

The door opened, and she stood straight as a statue. This was crazy. She searched for pockets in her robe. When she found none, she swallowed back a curse.

The escort stopped in front of her. “Are you having second thoughts?” He shifted the goggles higher on his forehead.


“Would you like to step back and wait to go or …” He stepped back and cracked the door open. “Sometimes it helps to hear the sounds of the other participants.”

She closed her eyes and took in the moans and let her mind drift to what her body would feel like to make her make those kinds of sounds.

“I don’t want to pressure you. Tell me what you want.”

“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and took a step towards him. The only way was forward. “I’m ready.”

“Good for you.” He reached out and took hold of her hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to the lucky one, for tonight.” He winked and tugged her forward.

Once the door closed behind them, Jane was surrounded by unending black. She looked around, but there was nothing, no end to the darkness. A nervous shiver danced along her spine, followed by thoughts of haunted houses. What would she find around the next corner? Her escort tugged her forward, bringing her back to the night’s purpose.

She needed to remember why she was here. She needed to live in the moment. There was a good chance she was about to touch the man who would give her release.

They slowed, turned a corner, and after a couple more steps they stopped. She swallowed the lump in her throat when her escort placed her hand into another’s.

“Enjoy.” He squeezed her shoulder, and she sensed his presence leave the space.

A pull on her hand forced her feet forward a couple of steps. She stopped just as abruptly when she bumped into a hard chest—the man of the hour. This man would touch her soon, but he wasn’t yet. He was only holding her hand. Her breasts moved with her uneven breathing, and her nipples scraped against his chest.

Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he nervous, too, or having second thoughts? She reached up in curiosity to make sure he wasn’t wearing a pair of night-vision goggles, but only found soft hair. She followed the section of hair to above his shoulder and continued onto smooth skin and around his shoulder to his bicep thick with muscle. Her heart thumped, and her breath quickened as moisture covered her needy pussy.

She breathed deeply, taking in his delicious musky scent. Her hand wandered to his chest and found more of the same, firm skin rounding over firm muscles. A warm hand landed over hers and held her hand tight to his chest. A nose tickled her ear.

“Do you like?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“I’d like to explore you now, okay?”

“Yes, please.”

She pushed out the breath she held and worked to breathe normally. His hand landed softly on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin, and then up to her temple. The gentle touches raised a long sleeping yearning within her, and she leaned into his touch.

His thumb swept across her bottom lip. Curiosity wore away her reserve, and she let her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth, and she sucked lightly, enjoying his clean taste.

The finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger. He ran his fingers through her hair, and then his warm wet tongue swept through her mouth. Back and forth, deep, then gentle, their tongues dueled. She explored more of him as her need to know him intimately soared.

His touch lingered around her shoulders and down her sides. When he found her ass, he kneaded the globes. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her wanting.

She heard nothing but the driving rhythm of the music, each track feeding right into another. The current song enchanted her, and her hips swayed. No one could see her, so there was no reason for self-conscious thoughts. The brilliance of the club hit her with full force. It didn’t matter who she was or who he was. Tonight, they celebrated life and the pleasures they could bring their bodies. Everyone deserved pleasure. Even her.


S.J. Maylee Bio:
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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Knowing Her Place- Quite a Journey by Kay Jaybee #BlogTour #Erotic @Kay_Jaybee

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Many thanks for letting me stop by on the third day of my blog tour celebrating the release of my brand new novel, Knowing Her Place.

The third and final part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, Knowing Her Place, takes the newly trained submissive, Miss Jess Sanders, on the most demanding of her adventures so far…



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.


Knowing Her Place200In both the first and second books of the trilogy (The Perfect Submissive and The Retreat), the highly kinky BDSM styled tasks that have confronted Jess all took place in one location- within the Fables Hotel in Book 1, and at The Retreat, a Scottish adult entertainment resort, in Book 2. In Knowing Her Place however, Jess finds herself sent on a journey that takes her to five very different locations across the country, to pay off some debts for David Proctor- a man who wants to take her away from her current mistress. Mrs Peters, and keep her for himself.

Only if Jess succeeds in satisfying every person she encounters on her travels, will she have any chance of being allowed to return to her friends and colleagues at the Fables hotel, and have the hated collar Proctor has placed around her neck removed. The first location on Jess’s list of places to visit, an office block in Berwick, contains a man who is very different from the person she’d imagined him to be…

…‘I hadn’t expected the collar.’

Jess jumped as a gravelly male voice echoed through the open space. She twisted her head from side to side, but couldn’t see anyone. The sound could have come from the left, but the reception’s acoustics were disorientating.

‘Hello?’ Jess felt a patina of perspiration bloom up the back of her neck.

The voice rebounded around the room for a second time. ‘Tell me why you’re wearing it.’

Swallowing carefully, Jess clenched her knees and addressed the empty air.

‘Mr David Proctor placed it there. He is punishing me for something I didn’t do, and I don’t understand. He says he’ll take it off if I perform well for you and four other people on a list he’s given me.’

‘You don’t sound convinced he’ll keep his word.’

Cautiously, Jess said, ‘I have a mistress of my own. I can’t see her being pleased that Proctor has put his mark on me, especially as he has a submissive of his own, who actually wants this collar.’

The man gave a derisive snort. ‘That sounds like Proctor all right. Always a scheme. Always a back-up plan for security. He never does anyone a favour unless it benefits him in some way.’

Jess frowned. This unseen man seemed to be airing his thoughts rather than talking to her. And she could not see how her being here could benefit Proctor. He wasn’t even there to check up on her, and even if she did whatever the people she was to meet wanted, there was nothing to make them tell him the truth when he enquired about her performance. They could easily lie, and keep her shackled in Proctor’s service, rather than secure her release.

As if reading her mind, the man said, ‘If Proctor has offered you the chance to escape, it will be because he has no choice in the matter. But while he’s about it, I have no doubt he’ll get you to pay off every debt he can.’

No choice? Jess supposed he meant Proctor didn’t want to incur the wrath of Mrs Peters more than he must have done already. Miss Sarah must be back at Fables by now – if that was where she had really been sent. Mrs Peters would be furious. At least, Jess hoped she was furious. But to pay off Proctor’s debts? That idea was both unappealing and rang horribly true.

‘Please, sir, may I ask; what debt does David owe you?’

‘You may ask, but I don’t think I’ll answer. David may not want you to know, and he is not a man I intend to annoy. I might not be chairman of the board, but I like my work, and Mr Proctor has always had cause to trust my digression. I do not intend to jeopardise that trust.’

Footsteps rang across the floor, making Jess think her unseen companion must be wearing steel-capped boots; safety shoes, perhaps? This didn’t ring true with the image that had been forming in her head of a smart-suited businessman, slightly overweight and advancing in years. A financier, maybe, who’d helped David escape from some economically uncomfortable issue, and now expected payback.

The force of the man’s smile reached Jess before the shock of his mouth-wateringly fit physique, and his evidently menial position within the company, had computed within her brain.

Striding across the reception as if he owned it, he held up his hand to indicate that Jess should remain seated, his eyes laughing at her surprised expression.

‘You were expecting a businessman, not a humble security guard.’

He didn’t sound at all humble. He did, however, look incredibly handsome. Standing in his black and grey uniform, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing the hint of a tattoo on each biceps, his rang with confidence. His military-styled, cropped hair was free from the peaked hat that he held in his right hand, and his eyes shone a brilliant shade of caramel.

In three more steps, he stood behind the chair in which Jess sat, and his calloused workman’s hands began to stroke her hair. ‘David knows me well. I’ve always had a thing about redheads.’

Jess said nothing. Her chest felt tight. Her pussy was damp with anticipation. She had no idea what was expected of her here, but knew it would have everything to do with the fact she was a submissive, and nothing to do with her personal feelings.

Swivelling the chair so that Jess was looking him directly in the chest, the security guard cupped her chin gently but firmly, and tilted her face upward. There was a prolonged minute of quiet as he studied her face closely. His eyes took in every centimetre of her cheekbones, every line, every blemish, until his scrutiny settled on Jess’s sea-green eyes, and stayed there.

‘And your name is?’

Jess blinked. Proctor hadn’t even told this man her name. Had he told him anything about her at all? ‘Jess Sanders, sir.’

‘Thank you for the “sir”, Jess, but you can call me Shaun.’

‘Thank you, Shaun.’ As she spoke, Jess became increasingly conscious of the feel of the man’s cool fingers. The lightness of touch was a surprise from such big hands, and each time he stroked a section of her hair, a trickle of electricity worked its way from her scalp to her belly. ‘May I ask another question?’

‘As long as it isn’t about the favour I did for David, then you can.’

‘Has David told you where I am from and, more importantly, where I am going next?’

The digits of Shaun’s right hand were joined by those of his left, as he placed his cap on the desk, and began to massage Jess’s head as if she was having an expensive beauty treatment.

A sigh escaped her lips.


‘Very. Thank you.’

Shock shot through her frame, and immediately her body tensed. What the hell was she doing? She knew how dangerous it would be to relax and allow herself to feel comfortable at any stage in Proctor’s series of tasks, let alone before she knew what this particular challenge was to be.

‘And yet your shoulders have just knotted, and you are preventing yourself from letting go?’

Jess didn’t know how to respond. She felt more out of her depth than if she’d been tied to the desk and beaten with the bunch of flowers so tastefully arranged in the vase to her left-hand side.

‘I am not Proctor. Nor am I Mrs Peters. Yes, I have been informed of your past, and I know where you are to visit next – although not your destination after that. I do not expect you to say “please, sir”, or beg, or hold back from answering questions.’

Jess had been prepared for hell, and what she was getting was a head massage and the information that she was this man’s equal. The situation didn’t ring true. She couldn’t imagine for a minute David would send her somewhere that wouldn’t test her to the limit.

Taking his fingers slowly from her teased-out hair, Shaun held out a hand. ‘Come with me please, Miss Jess Sanders, we have little time, and looking at you, I can see how foolish I would be to waste it.’

Jess stood. She tried not to feel unsettled by his flattery as she reached down for her holdall.

‘Here, let me do that for you.’

Having passed Shaun her meagre belongings, Jess followed where he led. The palm wrapped around her hand was more comforting than she was used to. She realised with a jolt that the simple act of him holding her hand was freaking her out further.

She knew her self-control drew its strength from her apprehension, from wondering if she’d be able to take what was being dished out to her if it was done with consideration; but it was still disconcerting. What the hell’s happened to me since I joined Fables, she wondered. Why can’t I just enjoy something as normal as holding hands with a person who is about to fuck me?

Jess’s pointless self-analysis got no further as they entered a storeroom, and the familiar frisson of fear, accompanied by a sense of relief she didn’t want to think about, hit her just as Shaun dropped her hand like a stone.

Everything about the security guard altered in an instant. As he threw her holdall roughly into a corner, Jess felt as if she was looking at a different person – a mirror image, a dangerous reflection of the man she’d been with on the other side of the threshold.

‘You didn’t honestly think David would send you to someone without an unusual fantasy to fulfil, did you?’

The kindness in Shaun’s eyes had been replaced by something flint-like. Jess was reminded of some gangster film she’d seen years ago, where the bad guys had been so lovely, so caring – right up until the moment they decided to blow your head off with a sawn-off shotgun.

She could easily imagine this man as a gangster. He was fit; he walked with a swagger, oozing charm and confidence. He was almost a walking cliché. Why hadn’t she seen it before? She’d been so relieved not to be faced with an obese, sweaty accountant that she hadn’t seen what was right before her. Too much charm. Too much “nice”…


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 them from the beginning. You can buy all the novels from Amazon, and all good book and e-book retailers.

The Perfect Submissive

Amazon UK

Amazon US

The Retreat

Amazon UK


Knowing Her Place

Amazon UK




It’s been lovely visiting today!!

Happy reading,

Kay xx

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, kayjaybeeKnowing 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 www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk