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Flappers, Jazz & Valentino’s Editor, Jillian Boyd, Talks Jazz

It’s a total pleasure to have the very talented Jillian Boyd on my blog today. Jillian is the editor of the fabulous new anthology, Flappers, Jazz, and Valentino. Welcome Jillian!

 

Restless rhythms – All about that music called jazz

Jilly BoydJ.J. Johnson was once quoted as saying “Jazz is restless. It won’t stay put and it never will.”

Jazz music has been around in some form for quite some time, originating in the late 19th – early 20th century as interpretation of American and European classical music entwined with African and slave folk songs and the cultural influences of West African culture. It’s a genre borne of musical tradition, and one that’s ever evolving (still, to this day and probably way beyond).

And Jazz’s restless rhythms were a perfect accompaniment for the restless 20s. It was a time of change in so many ways; a time of choosing not to sit still and enjoy life as it comes after the horrors of the First World War. When the Prohibition kicked in, banning all sales of alcohol, Jazz music found its home in illicit speakeasies – the venues of the Jazz Age.

“If music be the food of love, jazz is surely the food of lewdness, of love that dare not speak its name, of the sort of “love” practised at petting parties and in speakeasies. What the young flapper may take for the cat’s pyjamas, father and mother rightly see as vulgar, cheap jazz whose wilful cacophony leads young people to degeneracy and depravity.”

The opening paragraph of The Sin in Syncopation, one of the stories in this very anthology, perfectly describes the opinion that many of the older generation of the time carried about Jazz music – viewed as an immoral threat to the old culture values and a promotion of the new and decadent values of the Roaring Twenties. One University professor dubbed it a sensual teasing of the strings of physical passion.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t see why that’s a bad thing. Jazz is in a way like sex: it’s restless, it’s rhythmic and it makes you feel alive. So it was indeed the perfect soundtrack for an age with as much light as it had shade. Jazz is like the Twenties and the Twenties is like Jazz. Jazz music is still alive today, and the Twenties are (in a way) alive too. In pictures in books, in films, in memories, in today’s vintage culture; you name it and there will be a bit of the Roaring Twenties for you to take and cherish.

Best enjoyed with a side of Bessie Smith, playing on the gramophone, of course.

 

Flappers Jazz and Valentino Blurb:

Is it not enough to lead my son into wild ways without teaching my daughter the tango?                     – Dona Luisa, The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Step back in time to a decade full of glamour, glitz and decadent sin with this collection of erotica set in the Roaring Twenties. With twelve stories, in all shades from romantic and sensual to burning hot, this collection is the perfect appetizer for a night out at the speakeasy. A journalist gets a sexy introduction to the sinful syncopation of jazz music. A three-way tango performance becomes the steamiest ticket in town. The owners of a speakeasy set up a very special audition for their new trumpet boy. All this jazz and more in Flappers, Jazz and Valentino, edited by Jillian Boyd.

 

Excerpt:

From The Sin in Syncopation                                                                                                                                by Blacksilk

Cal jerked my hands away and for a second I thought that something was wrong. “Your dress,” he said, lifting my hands above my head before doing the same with my dress, tossing it to one side. I started to lift up my necklace, but he shook his head. “Leave the pearls. I like them.”

I watched as his eyes flicked down and ran up my body as they had at The Chapel before. Now, though, the look in Cal’s eyes was unconcealed, unrestrained. I looked down at myself, a little self-conscious. My crêpe de chine step-in had a lazy lustre in the dim light of the room and I hoped to heaven that I didn’t disappoint.

I felt fingers under my chin and a flurry of kisses as Cal tilted my head up to meet his. “Stand up,” he said and, as gracefully as I could manage, I climbed down from his lap. He stood too, slipped off his shoes and socks, and began to undo his belt. I loved this part. I was tempted to stand and just watch, but I’ve never been good at being passive. I pulled down the straps of my camisole as he started on his pants.

As well as my necklace, I’d kept on my rayon stockings. Men liked that. We stepped out of our remaining clothes at the same time and gazed at each other.

His toned chest, that I already loved so much, gave onto an athletic stomach and a not inconsiderable erection which jutted from angular hips. He raised his arms, etched with the delicately raised veins so often found on the male of the species, and wrapped me close to him, pressing my flesh against his.

I sighed as he lifted me in those strong arms and deposited me gently onto the mattress, falling onto me with his body and then with his mouth. His lips kissed a trail across my collar bones and then down into the subtle mounds of my small, thankfully fashionable bubs.

I could feel his prick pressed against my thigh as he bent over me and, truth be told, I longed to feel it in my hands, to take it in my mouth, even to take it inside me. I moaned as he found my nipple with his lips and alternated between kisses, licks and tiny teases with his teeth. I wrapped my legs around his body and ran one hand through his hair, the other over his back, arching into his ministrations and yet longing for more. More of him. More of everything.

Reaching down with one hand, I grasped his cock and began to massage it. I knew what to do, of course. If this was my first rent party, I’d certainly been to petting parties before. His moans into my breasts soon proved that. As I joined in, letting the thrill I was feeling at his touch out into the stuffy air, I wondered if the couple next door were having this much fun. I couldn’t hear them anymore, but the sound of music still sounded strongly through door, more so now as if more instruments had joined in.

He was bucking into my hand as I pumped him, his mouth fixed around my left nipple, sucking me slowly but surely. One hand propped him up and the other was at my right nipple, tweaking and flicking and twisting me into a frenzy. The pit in my stomach had turned into a pull in my pussy, an ache that I’d felt before but had been so much easier to ignore then.

Cal’s breath had quickened, become ragged, but now he pulled his erection back from my hand and his mouth from my tingling nipples. “Stop,” he said. “I’ve got a bit of an edge, but the way you’re going, Mae, I’m going to be completely useless to you in a minute. You’re going to make me come and I want to be inside you first.”

The words sent a pulse through my pussy. I wanted him, too. I knew it as sure as I knew my own name. And as sure as I knew I couldn’t let him have me. At least, not tonight. “I’m sorry, Cal. I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. Not tonight. You know what it’s like. This? This is nothing, but if I slept with every man who’d wanted to sleep with me after one night, I’d be dubbed a quiff before I knew it.”

I expected him to be disappointed, even angry. Instead he smiled and said jokingly, “Oh! Like that is it? You’re a popular girl!”

He planted a kiss on my lips. “I understand. You don’t let people take advantage of you, Mae, and you’re smart too. I guess I know we can’t, really. I want to. Oh, boy, do I want to, but I get it.”

“Well,” I said. “I took you to The Chapel tonight. We can go to another jazz club in the week, if you’d like that. There’ll be another party like this we can go to afterward or there’s my apartment, maybe even yours…” I wrapped myself around him again, pushing my lithe frame up into his body. I liked his body and I liked what I knew of his mind. My so-called unattainable man hadn’t been so unattainable after all, but he sure gave me a run for my money. And I liked a challenge.

I ran my fingers down Cal’s chest and along his cock, watching his face contort in pleasure. “We can meet in the day, too. We can date. And maybe after enough jazz clubs we’ll see about promising to go to a real chapel. But I bet sometime between now and then we’ll get to know each other just well enough for me to see if you give as good as you look like you do.”

He grinned and pulled away, slipping down my body in a smooth movement until his head was level with the fuzz of my vulva. “Oh,” he said, “I can give pretty good right now if you like.”

His warm breath hit me, teasing me, filling me with anticipation. “God, yes, Cal.”

His mouth bent to my pussy, nuzzling aside the hair there, and he touched his tongue to that tiny bud of flesh between my folds. He licked, and as he did so he picked up the rhythm of the jazz still filling the air through the door. Perhaps it should have felt odd, but with the music in my ears and my head in the clouds, it felt… Well, it felt like the bee’s knees.

Maybe Cal’s ridiculous article had been right after all. Maybe jazz did lead to sensuousness, maybe there was more than a little sin in syncopation. But if there was, well, I liked it.

 

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About Jillian Boyd:

Jillian Boyd is an erotica author and blogger, who has been putting dirty words on paper and on her blog for the past three years. She likes taking everyday, seemingly mundane situations and making them sexy and sensual – and when she’s not doing that, she lets her imagination fly off into history and distant planets. Where she also tries to find everyday situations and make them sexy and sensual.

She’s been published in several House of Erotica anthologies, contributed to Tiffany Reisz’s office supply erotica charity anthology Felt Tips and has a story in the Golden Crown Literary Award-winning Best Lesbian Romance 2014, published by Cleis Press. She is currently working on her first novella, a sci-fi erotic thriller called In Another Life.

 

Find Jillian Boyd here:

Blog: http://ladylaidbare.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JillyBoyd

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

 

 

Author, Victoria Behn Talks About D L King’s New Slave Girls Anthology

Giving in to Get Away

Victoria Behn

Victoria Behn Slave Girl tour 8 JuneThere are a lot of inspiring facets to D L King’s Slave Girls anthology. I could go all fan girl about the stories that turned me on so much that I became both the docile kitten and the famished tigress for my partner the day after receiving my contributor copy (we’re going to take our time working through some of the new ideas in there – erotica anthologies are a little like D&D source books, don’t you find?). Then there’s the clever arrangement of scenarios which cover a wide variety of submissive possibilities, meaning that (like the best box of chocolates) you’re never bored or dissatisfied. But the key aspect to this collection for me is the keen insight of its authors into what really drives us to explore our submissive nature.

These writers understand that the urge to obey, to be trussed up, to feel the unyielding sting of a quick cane across the backside, is as much about being in control as it is giving control to another. It’s that sacrifice of freedom in order to gain access to another world, one in which all the decisions are made for us and the endorphins flow like milk and honey. The addictive intoxication that comes from submission is summed up in the first piece in the book, Evan Mora’s Noise:

At times you can be unpredictable, preferring to keep me on edge and guessing. But this rhythm, hard and unyielding though it is, calms me in some indefinable way. The world and all its noise fall away and my focus turns inward. Feeling. Sensation. This is all there is.

And what can be more freeing than that complete trust in another person that means you allow them to control your movement, your comfort, your breath? It’s almost spiritual and there’s certainly a link in my mind between the real high that comes with a serious submissive session and the religious euphoria experienced by monks after flagellation.

Slave Girls: Erotic Stories of Submission explores the inner monologues that precede the moments before, during and after submission so there is a real sense of being there. The scenarios are both commonplace and fantastical, with liaisons which start anywhere from a supermarket to a bar, through to an intricate play cage housed in an impressive New York penthouse. The dominants are thoughtful, careful and absolutely sure that their slaves will behave – one way or another.

There are too many demands on all of us, every minute of every day. We’re expected to take charge at work, take responsibility at home, take care of the details – wherever we are. But what if, for just a little while, you were unable to make any decision at all? What if the only thought running through your mind was the instinctive, animal reaction to a hand, rushing through the air to meet your flesh? That is what Slave Girls gives you. It’s a book filled with moments of freedom. Give yourself to the authors. Let us take you to that moment. Then let your mind wander off into its own scenarios but remember…don’t misbehave. There will be repercussions.

Follow the Slave Girls Anthology Tour on these Blogs:

June 1  D. L. King  http://dlkingerotica.blogspot.com

June 2  Rachel Kramer Bussel  http://lustylady.blogspot.com

June 3  Alison Tyler  http://alisontyler.blogspot.com

June 4  Valerie Alexander  http://www.valeriealexander.org

June 5  Nina Fairweather  http://ninafairweather.com

June 6  Sommer Marsden  http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

June 7  Evan Mora  http://dlkingerotica.blogspot.com

June 8  Victoria Behn  https://kdgrace.co.uk

June 9  Donna George Storey  http://sexfoodandwriting.donnageorgestorey.com

June 10  Teresa Noelle Roberts  http://www.teresanoelleroberts.com

June 11  Erzabet Bishop  http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.com

June 12  Lisette Ashton  http://ashleylisterauthor.blogspot.co.uk

June 15  Giselle Renarde  http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com

June 16  Lisabet Sarai  http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

June 17  Graydancer  http://www.graydancer.com

June 18  Deborah Castellano  http://deborahcastellano.tumblr.com

June 19  Nym Nix  http://nymnix.wordpress.com

June 21  Lydia Hill  http://lisehorton.blogspot.com

Purchase the Slave Girls Anthology at these online stores:

Cleis Press

Barnes and Noble

Amazon US eBook

Amazon US print

Amazon UK eBook

Amazon UK print

Powell’s

 

A Valentines Present from the Brit Babes

BB antho cover imageSJWIT_1Okay, yes I do have a smug grin on my face because I’m about to spill the beans! I know you’ve all seen Brit Babes here and there whispering to each other in hushed tones, and smiling ear to ear. You’ve probably noticed we’re looking pretty sneaky these days and you are totally right. Oooh! I can hardly stand still for the excitment, so here it goes! Here’s what all the whispering has been about!

A VALENTINE’S DAY PRESENT, JUST FOR YOU!

THE BRIT BABES ANTHOLOGY – “SEXY JUST WALKED INTO TOWN”

GO GRAB YOUR FREE/ or SHOCKINGLY DISCOUNTED COPY

THEN CURL UP WITH YOUR LOVER AND GET IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE.

Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. This group of eight British authors, which I’m proud to belong to, have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.

Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority, and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between us, the Babes know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books we’ve published. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!

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And please, if you enjoy this anthology, leave a review. The Babes will be forever grateful.

BRIT BABES

Lexie Bay 

Victoria Blisse

Harlem Dae 

Natalie Dae 

Lucy Felthouse

K D Grace 

Lily Harlem

Kay Jaybee 

Ruby Madsen 

Sarah Masters

Tabitha Rayne

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Meg Phillip Dishes Up the Nasty on Monique’s Tumescent Tantrums

Meg Philipproduct_thumbnail.phpWell hello everybody,

Before I begin, I’d like to express my sincerest thanks to the gorgeous KD for inviting me to appear on her blog.  Mwah darling xx

Now where do I start… Ok so here goes.

Whilst travelling on the underground, I had a “Eureka” moment and the idea for this short stories collection was born.  It took around 4 or 5 months to write and then what felt like an eternity to edit and perfect.

Monique’s Tumescent Tantrums is a collection of erotica diarising the adventures of the title’s character.  She is a quiet and unassuming professional that takes each day as it comes. A school teacher by day and a temptress by night; Monique has a lust for life and sex, and has no problems combining the two.  In this collection, she gives insight to the extra-curricular activities that keep her occupied in between her day job!

Here is an excerpt from one of her many adventures…

Just One of Those Days!

 It was one of those days where I severely lacked discipline.  The in tray was steadily piling up and deadlines were fast approaching but I had other things on my mind.  I didn’t want to cost my client’s new event, I didn’t want to read through my other client’s contract; I didn’t want to do any work at all, it was just one of those days.
I needed stimulating, needed some motivation; the kind of stimulating motivation I was unlikely to find staring at my computer screen, or could I?

I logged into my profile on fuckmeyouarehot.com and smiled at the 20+ people wanting to be my ‘friend.’  I should have realised that using my succulent chocolate nipple for my profile picture would increase traffic!  Temporarily ignoring those ‘friend’ requests, I scanned my messages and found the one I was looking for, well it was more like ten to be honest.

I opened the first and it read:

“I want to undress you and tease your nipples with my tongue.”

The 2nd read:

“Your huge chocolate nipples are a meal of their own; I can’t wait to feast on them.”

And the 3rd:

“I want you on your back so I can lick my way up the inside of your thighs.”

Can you see where I’m going with this?

His last message simply said:

“I’m suddenly at a loose end and can meet anywhere within a 5 mile radius of Wembley whenever you want; just let me know.”

Mmm now there was an offer I should refuse but didn’t want to.

He called himself Choc Dick and we had been talking for a couple of months now; we met up for the first time about three weeks ago, by chance at an exhibition I coordinated for one of my clients.  I say by chance, but during one of our many conversations Choc Dick happened to mention he was attending that same event; what a coincidence!  Anyway we hit it off and agreed to meet up again soon; its funny how soon doesn’t really have a time limit.  Three weeks later though and here he is at a sudden loose end and well, I’m thinking… should I?  Should I really meet up with Choc Dick?  Mmm… Fuck it; Carpe Diem right?  Perhaps I might even get to see that chocolate dick of his!

From here, Monique goes on to describe what happens when she meets up with this hot individual!

Monique’s Tumescent Tantrums will be launched at the award winning Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium in Hoxton on Friday 7th February 2014.  But if you can’t make it, it is available in paperback from Lulu.com or from my website megphilipauthor.com an e-version will be available shortly.

I’m a self-published author of three books namely Erotic Encounters, Love By Text and Just Being Friendly.  I began writing from a daydream during a week long intense training event but instead of taking copious notes, I penned the outline of my first novel Love By Text.  I say outline but really, I wrote the ending.

Love By Text tells the story of Stella and Ollie who meet by chance when he misdials his then girlfriend’s number and gets Stella instead, who gives him a real hard time about it.  They eventually meet up and that’s when the sparks really fly!

Just Being Friendly was inspired by a colleague, unknowingly to them.  It tells the story of four very close friends and the antics they get up to over a period of time.

Erotic Encounter was my very first attempt at writing erotica.  This short story via e-book is told from a male perspective and is about two people that meet on a long haul flight and decide to join the mile high club in a bid to “pass” some time.

In addition to my novels, short story and short stories collection, I have a collection of Teasers posted on my website.  Teasers are also short stories that I randomly write as and when inspiration strikes.  Speaking of inspiration, I draw mine from the slightest thing.  For example, I was advising somebody on a particular bus route and got the idea for ‘Drive Me Crazy’; I was on a night out with my girlies and got the idea for ‘At The Club’ both of which can be read via my website although you do need to register first.

I have a full time day job and as a result my writing takes second, third or sometimes tenth place.  But put a pen and a notepad in my hand, well more like the memo in my blackberry and I can write for days on end; more so when inspiration strikes or my motivation is above a certain level.  I can sometimes lack discipline as a writer but I guess that is an advantage of being self-published and, my trusted muse always does their utmost to keep me on track.

To purchase any of my novels visit:

www.megphilipauthor.com

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Find me on Twitter @megphilip

And on Facebook Meg Philip Author

Happy Reading and thanks again to the gorgeously sexy KD for inviting me over.

 

Kay Jaybee Takes Control

A big thank you once again to my dear friend Kd Grace, for letting me come and play at her place today!

Over the past few years I’ve moved a fair way away from my writing roots as a complier of short sexy stories, concentrating instead on novella and novel writing. I love writing these longer erotic adventures, but every now and then I like to go back to where it all began, and blast out a burst or two of instant kink.

When my career in smuttage first started, I was lucky enough to work for the much missed Oysters and Chocolate erotica web site. During my time with them I penned dozens of stories, four of which appear in my newest anthology.

Published by 1001 NightsPress (the home of my incredibly kinky courier novella, Not Her Type), this fresh fantasy collection is called Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission

Kay Jaybee take controlBlurb
Take Control: Stories of Male Domination/Female Submission is a collection of toe curlingly sexy tales of bondage and female submission from the pen of best selling writer Kay Jaybee. From a spankingly delicious Dinner With Tess, to a Staged public sex fantasy, an unforgettable alfresco hosing in Deluged, a kinky scientific Experiment, and the realisation of a long held threesome fantasy in The Necklace, Take Control offers five bite sized stories that will satisfy any lover quality erotica.

Here’s an extract from Dinner With Tess

Tess was aware she was being watched. As she danced, she became increasingly self-conscious under the scrutiny of the unknown man’s piercingly clear blue eyes. Signalling through the deafening noise of the club’s heaving dance floor, Tess managed to communicate to her friend Claire that she
wanted to sit down. Tess was sure that if she stopped dancing, the man would find someone else on whom to focus his unnerving attention.

She was wrong. He continued to observe her, unblinking, as having purchased some much-needed refreshment, Tess and Claire leant against the stainless steel rail that surrounded the club and
surveyed the throng cavorting before them.

‘Do you see that guy over there?’ Tess asked Claire as discreetly as the musical din would allow. ‘No, don’t let him see you look! He’s been watching me for ages.’

‘Lucky you!’ Claire ignored the worried edge to her friend’s voice and grinned approvingly towards the tall, thick set, casually handsome man, with penetrating blue eyes. ‘He’s gorgeous.’

‘A bit daunting, though, don’t you think?’

‘Daunting? Oh, Tess, honestly, live a little.’ Claire, who hadn’t a cautious bone in her body, stared directly at the stranger. ‘If he’s interested in you, go for it, have a fling. It looks as if he’d give you a
good time.’

‘Claire! Really! He’s way out of my league.’

‘Don’t be such a mouse! You’re a good-looking lass, smashing red hair, cute little body. Relax a bit, will you?’

Tess risked a glance in the stranger’s direction. She felt her pulse quicken anxiously as he noticed her furtive look, and with slow purposeful movements, approached. When he told her his name was
Jon, and that he was going to buy her a drink, Tess’s mouth hadn’t been able to find the words to say anything, so he’d simply gone and fetched one anyway.

From that moment, she had been ensnared, hypnotised by Jon’s strength, his quiet authority, and the promise of an undiscovered lust, which seemed to reflect back at her from his deep shining eyes.
Tess had spent the early part of the morning in the kitchen. This was to be the first time Jon introduced her to his friends, and Tess had suggested she cook for them. A roast chicken perhaps? Something warm and welcoming to greet them on their return from the photography club meeting they were attending.

Jon had smiled his sexy smile and agreed that a trussed-up bird sounded exactly like something they’d all appreciate. Tess had been thrilled when he congratulated her idea by fucking her unceremoniously against the kitchen door.

She’d never met anyone like him before. Jon seemed consumed by lust, and, even though it had been almost a month since they’d met, Tess still found it hard to believe she was the centre of his attention.
As he was obviously a dominant man, she had been quickly awarded the role of submissive; and to her surprise, and perhaps aided by her natural reticence, had discovered that she rather liked being told how to behave, what to wear, and what to say.

Jon’s laughing voice echoed through the hallway and into the kitchen as Tess went to greet his friends.

‘Here she is!’ Jon’s arm swept around his girlfriend. ‘Tess, meet Jack and Ed, my friends from the club.’

‘Hello.’ She spoke clearly, trying to cover her shyness. As she shook their hands, Tess couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable by the way they looked at her. It was as if they were assessing her in some way, and she suddenly felt very aware of the shortness of her denim skirt and the thinness of her white cotton blouse.

‘Most lovely.’ Jack nodded approvingly at Jon.

‘She’ll do well.’ Ed’s eyes x-rayed Tess as he spoke.

A private shiver shot up Tess’s spine. Do well for what?…

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If you’d like to find out what happens to Tess, you can buy Take Control from-
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HYI8BHA

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HYI8BHA

Thanks again KD!!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay xxx
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Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.ukKay Jaybee Taking Controlnnamed

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,

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Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

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