The Adventures of Ms Holly Continue
It’s the end of an era in a lot of ways. My firstborn, The Initiation of Ms Holly, has had a wild couple of years in her young life. She’s found her way into the national newspapers, she’s made it onto national television and radio, she’s made it to number one on the Amazon UK paid erotica chart and on the free chart, and she’s in her third printing with Xcite books. Holly has even made her way into public libraries all across the UK!
Holly has done the Coast to Coast walk across England with Raymond and me in a zip lock bag. (We couldn’t find any waterproofs in her size). She’s been to Las Vegas where she was read from at the famous Flamingo hotel. She’s been on the bookshelves in WH Smith stores in airports, train stations and along the motorways. That girl is well travelled! And after such a wild couple of years, a girl just needs a make-over
That’s right, The Initiation of Ms Holly has had a make-over. In fact, Holly has had TWO makeovers.
I loved Holly’s original cover from the very first time I saw it, and I was a bit reluctant when Xcite’s MD, Hazel Cushion told me that Holly was getting a new cover, but I have to admit, I’m not disappointed with the end result. But Holly never does things by half. Holly gets two new covers. She gets the lovely new one that Xcite Books is giving her here in the UK, and next February, she’ll be getting the fabulous new cover that Sourcebooks is giving her for her new US distribution debut. I’ve already seen that one, but I can’t share it just yet. But let me just say that Holly will look fabulous on both sides of the Pond! It’s like having two sexy new party frocks at once!
But there’s more news for Holly. After a long time on her own, Holly is about to have a sequel in The Mount Series, which will be coming out early next year. Remember my exciting outing in Las Vegas this past March? Research, dawlings, research! And I can only say that the Mount Las Vegas is every bit as filthy and full of intrigue as the Mount in London. I can’t WAIT to start writing!
In the meantime, just to share the celebration – new frock and all, here’s a little teasing excerpt for you.
Journalist, Rita Holly, never dreamed sex with the mysterious Edward in the dark of a malfunctioning train would lead to a blindfolded, champagne-drenched tango, a spanking by a butch waitress, and an offer of initiation into the exclusive mysteries of The Mount. Desperate to save her threatened job, she agrees, scheming secretly to write an inside exposé on the club that will make her career. But as she delves deeper into the intrigue of The Mount and the lives of its members, she soon discovers that her heart may have other plans.
She had only just tasted the champagne when a warm body scooted into the booth next to her. She recognize Edward’s scent a split second before his hand cupped her cheek and his mouth covered hers, familiar territory, she thought, as her tongue became reacquainted with his.
‘I hope you don’t mind the blindfold,’ Edward said when he came up for air. He slid warm fingers under the spaghetti straps and caressing her left shoulder. ‘Being in the dark was so much fun last time.’
She ran a hand over his cheek, raking a thumb lightly over a fluttering eyelid. ‘What about you? You’re not wearing a blindfold. That’s hardly fair.’
He chuckled, and she felt his warm breath against her earlobe. ‘I never said I play fair. I was right though. You are exquisite, but I wouldn’t have imagined your hair to be chestnut’ He caressed her tresses, pushing a strand back behind her shoulders to fondle her nape. ‘For some reason I was certain that cascade of silk would be strawberry blonde.’ He ran his other hand up the outside of her thigh, toying with the exposed edge of her garter belt, making her squirm. ‘Guess in some cases, there’s just no substitute for the sense of sight.’
‘But I want to see you too. I want to know what you look like.’
‘You will in good time. That is if you want to play my little game. Of course you could take off the blindfold. I can’t stop you, but admit it, it’s fun not knowing. A bit of an adventure, an initiation almost.’
‘Yeah, you know, at the beginning, when a man and a woman are just getting to know each other, it’s like an initiation, don’t you think?’
‘I never thought of it like that, kind of like a hazing?’
He chuckled. ‘Can be. Could be, if you want it to be.’ He nipped her earlobe, ‘Or maybe like an induction into some secret cult with secret rituals of wild, kinky sex.’
‘Mmm. Sounds good. Where do I sign up?’
Another chuckle. ‘All you have to do is keep the blindfold on until I say you can take it off. Let your other senses do the work.’ His finger slipped beneath the suspender to stroke her thigh, making concentration next to impossible.
‘I’ve always wanted to be a member of a secret sex cult.’ Breathing was becoming more of an effort as his touch became more insistent. ‘Okay then. I’m in. Have your way with me.’
There was a long moment of silence, and for a split second Rita wondered if she had said something wrong, if she been too forward, too quick with her answer. But just when she was about to back track, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. She could almost hear his heart beating in his words when at last he spoke. ‘Then welcome to your new playground.’ His hand slipped underneath the spaghetti straps to cup her breast and stroke her engorged areola. ‘Expensive dress?’
‘What?’ Intimidation knotted her stomach. ‘Does it matter?’
‘Not really.’ She could hear him filling the champagne flute. ‘I’ll buy you a new one.’ He lifted the glass to her lips. Just as the taste hit her tongue he pulled it away and she felt a cold wet splash over her left breast. She stifled a yelp, but not before his lips clamped down tight on her drenched nipple, and the friction of tongue and teeth on wet silk caused delicious shock waves down her belly all the way to her cunt.
‘You know,’ he said between sucklings, ‘at the command of Louis 15th, the original champagne glass was said to have been shaped like the breasts of his mistress, Madame Pompadour. I can understand why. Once you’ve suckled champagne from a beautiful breast champagne alone, no matter how expensive, isn’t nearly as nice.’
Another cold splash across both breasts and down her cleavage. She gasped and held him to her as he shoved down the spaghetti straps and freed her into his hungry mouth. ‘What if people are watching?’ she whispered.
‘Don’t worry. I know the owner.’
Another drizzle of fizz, but this time over her belly, dripping down icily against her mound. She squirmed and ground her hips against the seat.
‘Open your legs for me,’ he whispered. ‘There’s one cup even more perfect than Louis’s design.’
And since what happens in Vegas isn’t about to stay in Vegas this time, here’s an eeentsy-weentsy peek at Holly’s sequel.
Fulfilling the Contract:
NICK CHASE’s first-ever blind date ends in disaster, leaving his date in breach of a very strange contract that costs her a huge completion bonus. Feeling guildy for his part in her loss, bleeding-heart Nick gets more than he bargained for when he negotiates to fulfill the contract for her and secure her bonus.
Tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her staff, is to give clients something worth seeing. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites in ways neither expected things get positively dangerous in this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly.
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