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In my story “Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places,” Florentine falls into lust and then love with Jamie. Her feelings are primal as depicted below:
‘You’re so sexy, you are going to get me in trouble…’ he said into her hair.
‘Why?’ she looked up at him, silhouetted by the full moon beyond him.
‘Because you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman Flo…’
No one ever called her Flo. Everyone called her Florentine, and his use of the cute diminutive had always seemed more reason for her to not take him seriously. But, for the first time in her life, she was going to listen to her body and do what her body wanted.
Her body wanted Jamie.
‘I never asked you to be a gentleman…’ she purred against his chest.
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The look on Josephine’s face, let Eliza know something was off. The back of the dark-haired man facing the bartender, let her know that Josephine was trying to warn her.
Rafe did not turn around, and Eliza decided to bite the bullet. She knew that he was not going to be like she was when she saw Margaux unexpectedly. He and Oscar were like oil and water. But she decided that she was going to attack first.
She was not sure if Oscar recognized her fiancé, but she took his hand and then stood next to Rafe.
“Laphroaig neat,” she said to Josephine, and the smell of the smoky amber liquor warmed her.
Rafe put his arm about her waist.
“My phone traced you here,” he said softly. “I was in a cab, and I got out of it to find you.”
“Hi,” she whispered, and placed her hand around her glass. “I am here with Oscar.”
The smooth scotch evaporated on her lips. As she started growing older, Eliza liked her liquor neat. Plus Rafe and Oscar drank their drinks neat, and she picked it up from them.
Rafe turned around to look at Oscar. He looked much calmer than she had ever seen him look with Oscar before. He nodded curtly, and then looked back at Josephine. Rafe raised his empty glass.
Eliza’s lips were still swollen from kissing and though she had put herself together well enough, it was clear that she and Oscar had been intimate. She saw her face in a mirror in the distance, and the sight of her post-coital appearance aroused her.
Rafe looked at her, and she saw a smokiness in his eyes that competed with the smokiness of her scotch. The scent of smoke was redolent, and she was intoxicated by it.
Oscar grabbed her ass, and she looked at him. She looked at Rafe and Josephine. Josephine had a suggestion of a smile on her face.
Eliza took another sip of Laphroaig…
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I love the Brit Babes, so when I saw this release with beloved babes and friends Kay Jaybee and KD Grace, I flipped!!! I am soooo happy to host them as part of The Collared Collection, and heat up your Tuesday and mine!!!
Hugs and kisses and many thanks to F. Leonora Solomon for allowing us to come and tell her lovely readers about our newly released boxed set, The Collared Collection.
Containing The Pet Shop (Kd Grace) and The Voyeur (Kay Jaybee), this is one hot double bill – with some incredibly sexy characters tucked within its e-pages.
Blurb
In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it’s extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.
In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff – his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper.
Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark?
In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.
Our Favourite Characters
Kay-
Trying to choose a favourite character from The Voyeur is very difficult because, having created them all out of thin air myself, I’m rather fond of all of their quirks- good or bad.
Mark Parker is a very complicated character, and he doesn’t make it easy to like him. He is hard, cold, withdrawn- or is he? Ummm- I deliberately made it take time to warm to Mark though, so perhaps I would choose one of his assistants, Anya or Clara as my favourite character?
Both hyper-intelligent, both capable- and both very sexy…the choice is so tricky. I guess it comes down to one single simple fact for me. Anya is a red head. Clara is a blonde. For me there is no contest. The red head s going to win every time!!
Mini Extract-
Reclining in his chair, Mark raised his arm as if he was about to start a race, and gave the first order. ‘Strip.’
With practice born of repetition, the women divested themselves of their clothing, heaping their discarded garments onto the bed behind them.
Mark took a moment to study his staff, and then pointed to the foot of the four-poster bed. Understanding the unspoken request, the women stood, face to face, one metre apart.
Anya could feel her heart rate quicken further as she regarded Clara. It didn’t matter that she had enjoyed the feel of Clara’s skin a hundred times before; all that mattered was feeling it again, and soon.
‘As you will remember, you must remain exactly where you are, without touching each other, without making a sound. All you have to do is listen and refrain from moving.’
KD
For me that’s a no-brainer. Of all the novels and stories I’ve written I have only twice had my heart stolen by characters. One of them is Tino. The fact that Tino doesn’t talk (Pets aren’t allowed to talk) the fact that he NEVER talks, means that he has to reveal himself in other ways, very sexy ways, but sometimes very vulnerable, very tender ways. I seriously was writing beyond myself when I wrote Tino and it was a bit of a Pygmalion moment, with me falling in love with my own creation. I think what makes Tino so special is that he has no agenda. As a Pet, he can totally be himself – something most people never really feel comfortable enough to do. The fact that he’s clearly living a dual life, though, makes him even more interesting. Does that mean his alter-ego is entirely fake? Does that mean his alter-ego is any less loveable? Tino is the character who raises all of those questions about all the facets of the Self, and how we rate and value those facets. That’s why I love him. He holds up a mirror to the reader and then just when we start to take ourselves too seriously, he waves his cock at us and smiles. He’s shy, he’s bold, he’s brash, he’s often poorly behaved, and he’s utterly, completely and wonderfully ready for the rough and tumble.
Mini Extract
The manual was right. Once Stella got the hang of offering Tino choice morsels in her open hand, the laving of his velvety wet tongue, the slight nipping of teeth and curling of lips was lovely …
… Tino scooted and wriggled himself until, at last, he sat between her legs, his humid breath warming her mons. With each morsel of food, he insinuated his waiting face a little closer to her pussy until her open palm with its offered titbit was practically resting against her pubis. When a particularly sticky morsel of toast ended up on the chair between her legs, he carefully licked up every bit from the chair, and then he continued lapping his way right on up between her legs.
She caught her breath with a little whimper and a jerk. The bite of toast she was about to offer slipped from her hand onto her belly. Tino wasn’t bothered. He simply squeezed in between the table and her body, forcing her chair back just enough that he could nibble and lick the toast and honey from her tightening abdominal muscles. That done, he picked up where he’d left off, nibbling and licking between her pouting labia.
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Bio – K D Grace
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, 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 is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
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Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/
Bio- Kay Jaybee
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO.
Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.
Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane
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Kay and KD xx
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When Tyler came to her apartment by himself, Nichy was startled. It was late, so it was clear what he was there for and she had just come out of the shower so she was ultra aroused.
She wrapped her legs about his waist, and he held her hips as he kissed her.
“You’re glad to see me!” he smiled.
Nichy stood on her bare feet again.
“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to fuck?”
Tyler looked at her, and Nichy was not sure what she read in his face. She felt that she had been abrasive to him.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you on your interview Nichy, but I wasn’t sure that you would be so receptive about seeing me…”
Nichy didn’t say anything, but she knew exactly what he meant. The same way that she had not expected to get so attached to Renee, she had not expected to get attached to Tyler. Being with him in their threesome, and being with him separately was mind-blowing. She was wrong to just act like he had come over there for something that she did not want too.
Her silence must have been loud, because Tyler kissed her and took off her robe before he even closed the door. He kicked the door behind him, and she wrapped her legs about his waist again.
In a heap on the floor, with her robe as a meager blanket, they lie panting and sweaty.
“You are so gorgeous when you come…” he breathed.
Nichy let her head fall on his chest. He was the expert now, he had seen her come several times.
You are such a poet!” Nichy said, rolling onto her side. Tyler followed her, pinning her underneath him. He held her face in his hands, and she thought that he was going to kiss her but he didn’t.
“You’re so beautiful…” he said.
She pursed her lips, thinking that he was going to kiss her, but he still didn’t. She looked in his eyes, and her breath caught.
The way that he looked at her stilled her. His eyes were warm and intense, and looked something like love. And it did not repulse her, it did not make her feel anything but a different type of emotion for him.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, and held his face. Still pinned beneath him, he kissed her. Their bodies uncurled and joined on top of her robe again.
Nichy wondered how beautiful he thought she was as she came again. She felt exhausted, because it was the second time she had come.
The second time that Tyler had made her come. It was more intense the second time, because there was nothing abrasive about her as she spread her legs for him. The emotion she felt for him was sweet and steady as their bodies moved together.
She stilled with pleasure, and held him close to her. Nichy was not able to move, she wanted to keep this moment as long as she could.
Gavin had called her from the airport. He would be back tomorrow, and she was going to have to figure out how she was going to sort everything out that had happened since he left.
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steam via wikipedia
Jillian did not have a type, she liked who she liked.
Loved who she loved.
Her head was on Adam’s lap, and he held her close. In the mirror opposite them, she could barely see him. Adam’s face was obscured by his beard and his long hair. Both of which she loved. He reminded her of Jim Morrison. He looked like he did not belong to the now, he looked like a modern hippie. She looked foreign on his lap, her hair pulled up and her formal work clothes.
Jillian could not really escape her job, but for the moment she was free. She had taken a company car to the bar and not their apartment, to be free with Adam.
Adam was a writer. He spent most of his days writing in the corner of their neighborhood bar. It was almost like their home. When she walked into the bar, he tucked his long brown hair behind his ears and rubbed his beard. Jillian took off her shoes, and crawled into the booth beside him. He pulled her close to him, and she curled up beside him. A glass of Jeunesse was placed on the table for her by their favorite waitress.
She was happy—her wine was on the table and her head was on Adam’s lap. Jillian felt when his hands left her for his other love…the sound of him tapping away on the keyboard soothed her nonetheless, she did not feel jealous.
She would possess him as his MacBook could not, she would become one with him. His MacBook could only feel the pressure of his fingertips—which was almost enough pleasure. But he would be one with her.
Pulling her legs up under her, she gripped his thigh, then let her hand trail up over his stomach and chest. Her fingers slipped inside of his shirt between buttons, and she let her fingers drift through his chest hair. Jillian loved the feeling of the hair on different parts of his body. She sat up, and even though she wanted to put her head on his shoulder, she did not. Her fingers ran over his beard, the same way he had run his fingers over it when he saw her.
This was why she did not have a type. She never liked men with beards until Adam. She had always liked very clean-cut guys, like most of the financial types that she worked with. But when she met Adam—who did not have a beard at that point, but very heavy stubble—she wanted him the moment she met him. Never in her life had she felt such a strong desire for anyone, but she did with him. And when he grew a beard, it was sexy to her because it was his.
He put his fingers over hers, and she saw their fingers entwined in the mirror and Jillian continued to caress his beard. She felt him respond to her touch as if her hands were lower, and his breath deepened. His beard was an erogenous zone for him, maybe because she sort of fetishized it.
Sort of…
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I never write paranormal, but there is something a little paranormal about the connection my characters have with music in my story, “Crescendo” featured this week. Here is a sample of the crescendo in my story:
‘May I?’ he offered his right hand.
Regina pressed her hand still damp with red wine, to her chest, and nodded.
Keeping a polite, almost prudish distance from her, Noah put his hand on the small of her back. She looked up into his eyes and saw a playful smile Regina moved in closer, but Noah kept a distance between them. A bit confused, she looked down and then immediately realized why.
She felt a flush of warmth travel the entirety of her body when she realized her being close to him had made him hard, yet the feeling was also a combination of pride and protectiveness of him. She stayed in front of him, and prevented the others from seeing his condition as the crescendo peaked.
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It was like shuffling a song moving from Rafe, to Oscar. But Oscar was always Eliza’s weakness, from the beginning. But when she was with him, the world faded away. Everything in her world, everything in his world…
Everything was gone except for them.
He pulled her to him with primal familiarity when she walked into the hotel bar. Josephine looked at them with a smile because they were there so often. When Oscar was not there for their assignation, Josephine would let her know, place a napkin in front of her and serve her.She would do the same thing if it was Rafe who was not there yet.
Josephine was the closest person in the world to her, because she knew all of her sides and all of her loves, even though they barely spoke. Eliza was always with a lover at the bar, and so did not have time to speak to the lovely bartender.
Josephine did not look away as Oscar pulled Eliza close to him and kissed her, his mouth making her drunk with the taste of Vouvray.
Being with Oscar was indeed like shuffling music on a music player. On the same album. It was not exactly the same, but the emotions she felt for Rafe and Oscar were so strong. At this point, she and Rafe were settled, as much as they were ever going to be. Looking at Oscar, lying beside her now was another experience. They never had the chance to be settled. First she was cheating on Rafe with him, then he had a girlfriend.
Polly.
They did not talk about Polly, that was not something for her to talk about with him. She was not going to be the pot that called the kettle black with him. But Polly was still part of the equation.
Oscar looked at her, and Eliza looked at him with one eye. Her other eye covered with her arm. He kissed her underarm, and buried his nose there. Eliza giggled as his breath tickled her, and she rolled onto her back. Looking up at him, Oscar covered her, and she really felt like she was the only girl in the world…
They left together, and again, like a music player…she prepared to shuffle back to Rafe…
I did not really do a lot of music shuffling this week. I am a little obsessive as far as music is concerned…so this is what I have been listening to on repeat play. I was thinking about the first part of the video, as I was writing this post…
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It was the middle of the night, and Nichy woke up with the taste of sex in her mouth. She turned to her side, and saw Tyler was looking at her. Before she could even form a smile at him, he kissed her and half covered her.
Like they had never fallen asleep, Tyler started having sex with her. She had fallen asleep in his arms, because he had been fascinated with her body. Even when they were not having sex, she had been really surprised by how tender he was and how attentive he was to her. He was generous to both her and Renee as a lover, but she had never imagined that he could be like that with her.
That he was like that with her still.
She opened her legs, and he gently pulled them apart more. Tyler caressed her lips with his fingers, and she could taste him on her mouth. Their mixture of sex on her tongue was like ambrosia. She sucked his fingers, as he pressed them to her lips and then he dragged his fingers down the middle of her body.
When he reached the divide between her legs, he dipped his fingers inside her and sucked his fingers after like the juices of a fruit. Like something too sweet, to even lose the smallest trickle of juice on his finger. Nichy wondered if her could tell the difference between her and Renee at this point.
Renee turned on her side right then, and Nichy closed her eyes as she heard Tyler open the condom packet. That sound made her salivate like Pavlov’s dog at this point. It meant that he would be inside her, and there was nothing she wanted more right then.
He slipped into her, and she wrapped her arms and legs about him. So much had been demanded from her body, and yet she craved more. Tyler was happy to give her everything she wanted, she could not believe how generous he was as a lover.
And then she felt Renee’s hand on her breast—she had memorized Tyler’s touch already to know the difference. Renee caressed her breast with her fingers, and then her lips and then…Nichy came. Tyler moved in time with her orgasm, and she practically came off of the bed.
Again.
Tyler rolled off of her, and held her hand before he lie beside her. He played between her legs, stroking her lips and dipping his fingers in and out of her lazily. Renee kissed her pubic bone, and then licked between her legs. Nichy was still so greedy for more, and she moved against Renee with a hunger than she should not have felt.
Tyler held her hand, and Nichy loved that he was there too. Loved that she was part of this with her two friends, and amazed that she had waited this long to be part of them.
She felt submerged by the colors of her desire.
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