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The Mount Gossip Rita Holly Style

With The Mount Box Set now available for your reading enjoyment, I thought it would be a good time to share with
you an interview I had last winter with Rita Holly, whom I met in London to pick her brain about the latest gossip from Vegas with Elsa Crane and Nick Chase. I like to revisit my interviews and days out with my characters from time to time. I find it’s like time spent with good friends, and it’s always my chance to get to know them better. I never know what I’ll find about them. I hope you enjoy!
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Mount 3 book bundle - CopyI seldom come into London by car, but when someone else is doing the driving, in a shiny black limo sent by Rita Holly to bring me from Surrey for our interview at The Mount in style, I take time to enjoy the view along the Thames as we head in along the A3. When we arrive, I’m surprised to be met by Alex deliciously sweaty and glistening after an early morning dance lesson. He leads me back to one of the private dining rooms. The rest of the place is deserted at this our.  I find Rita waiting for me. She has ordered tea and fresh scones, which smell heavenly as she greets me with a hug and pours the tea.

Once the tea is poured and the scones are buttered, I take time to enjoy a delicious mouthful, and then I can’t hold back my curiosity any longer.

KD: Rita, thanks for taking time out of your busy schedule to give me the skinny on Mount Vegas. I have it on good authority that you know what Elsa Crane and her crew – especially Nick Chase — are up to. BTW, you look a little tired, are you alright?

RH: I’m fine, KD. I was just up in the wee hours Skyping with Elsa Crane. Quite a time difference between London and Vegas, you know? Elsa is taking Mount Vegas on a path that’s totally new in the history of The Mount, and it’s exciting to watch (offers a wicked little laugh) no pun intended.

KD: You mean the voyeurism thing? I noticed that the Mount Vegas business card says Where there’s always a room with a view.

RH: (Adds a big spoonful of clotted cream and some raspberry jam to her scone, and makes an orgasmic moan at her first bite) I know, I know, cream tea is not a breakfast treat, but really, who can resist? Anyway, yeah, Mount Vegas. With all those big windows in high rise hotels crammed together along the Strip, who wouldn’t want to have a little look-see at what the neighbours in the room across the street are getting up to. And how cool would it be if those neighbours are naked and writhing out your hottest fantasy, KD.

KD: With you watching through a scope?’

RH: Exactly!(She shoves the clotted cream in my direction and I indulge too. She’s such a bad influence.) Elsa and her team just take advantage of the situation. Any fantasy you want, you can view. It’s not like a porn film. It’s like you just happened to catch the couple across the way inviting the hotel maid into the action, or a couple of women sneaking into the pool after dark for a little touchy feely – whatever your fantasy, Elsa and her team can make it happen.

KD: Wow! Sounds really hot! But it also sounds complicated. How does Elsa manage it?

Holly cover FINAL9781907761270_FCRH: Her team’s very competent and sexy as hell. They go into hotel rooms, casinos, limos, whatever the client wants to watch. If clients want a dungeon scene, they can have it, if they want a pool scene, they can have it. Elsa even had a couple of her team go at it in the disappearing closet of a famous magician.

No matter what the fantasy, they can make it happen, and the result is always a satisfied customer. Plus, I think the team actually enjoy what they do. They get to have lots of sex in lots of kinky places, and most of them find it really hot being watched by strangers.

(Rita refills my teacup and I watch as Alex coaches Rita’s friend Kate in a very close tango that could very easily devolve into something a whole lot naughtier. I return my attention to Rita when she offers me the milk, along with a conspiratorial smile.)

I’ll let you in on a little secret; Elsa’s working on a fantasy for one of her regular customers – it’s one of those billionaire and virgin fantasies. She says she gets a lot of those since Fifty Shades of Grey. Anyway, she’s asked Edward and me to play the lead roles. We can’t wait! It’s a trip to Vegas and a chance to unleash our inner exhibitionists. Plus it’ll give me a chance to pump Elsa about what’s going on between her and her newest team member.

KD: I’d heard rumours that Elsa and her team had taken on a new member, though it sounds like not everyone’s convinced he can do the job.

RH: I have to admit, KD, (She waves her teaspoon at me) I’m really intrigues by what’s happening. Nick Chase is a limo driver, well he owns a limo service, actually. Elsa tells me, he picked up her girl, Tanya Povic at a bar. Apparently he’s the last person you’d ever expect to pick up a chick at a bar, but he’d had a really bad day. He had no idea that sex with Tanya would put her in breach of her contract, and he felt so bad about Tanya losing her job and the loss of the bonus she’d have had if she’d finished the last two months of her contract, that he volunteered to finish it for her.

KD: Seriously? Why would he do that? Does he have any idea what he’s getting himself into? (The dance floor erupts in Fulfilling the Contracta wave of giggles, but Rita has my full attention with this little bit of gossip)

RH: I doubt it, and frankly I’m surprised Elsa’s allowing him to fill in for Tanya. He’s a really nice guy. He’s definitely not a one-night stander. A bit conservative, if you know what I mean.

KD: Doesn’t sound like playing an exhibitionist in front of the scopes of Mount Vegas clients is the job for him then. What was Elsa thinking hiring him? What was Nick thinking? Do you suppose he’s fallen for Tanya?

RH: I think it’s actually Elsa he’s got the hots for. It surprises me that she can’t see that, but then again, a little romance would do the woman good. She can be a real hard ass.

KD: Do you think Nick Chase can do the job and fulfill the contract for Tanya?

RH: I don’t know, but I have every intention of finding out. Pagan – he’s Elsa’s resident nerd – he can hook me up electronically for virtual ringside seats of Nick Chase’s debut, and I plan to take full advantage. I really want a look at the man’s assets, if you know what I mean. (We have a laugh and pile more clotted cream and jam on fresh scones)

KD: Do you think you could get Pagan to hook me up to so I could watch? I’m dying to see Nick Chase in action.

RH: No worries! I’ll talk to him. I’ll have him to connect your readers too so they can have a peek.

KD: Thanks, Rita. That’d be great! Do you think he’ll be performing with Elsa?

RH: Oh I think there’ll be quite a performance with him and Elsa. Though I doubt if it’ll be for the eyes of the clients. (Looks down at her watch and inhales the rest of her tea) Goodness look at the time. I’ve gotta run. Edward and I are meeting Leo out at the Zoo. He has a new Pet he wants us to meet. But stay and finish your tea. Alex says he has time if you want to work in a dance lesson, than the driver will take you back home.

To Rome with LustKD: (We both stand and she gives me another hug) Thanks for breakfast, Rita. And thanks for giving us the skinny on Nick and Elsa over at Mount Vegas.

See more of Rita Holly in books one and two and three of The Mount series – The Initiation of Ms Holly and Fulfilling the Contract and To Rome with Lust

The Mount Series is not available in its entirety as a Box Set. Triple the excitement, triple the fun!

 

Excerpts from Rita Holly’s interview first appeared on Erzabet Bishop’s blog 17 February 2014.

 

Sexy Just Got Rich Now Available in Print!

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If you’re like me, you love your kindle, love your eReader, in fact you’re practically joined at the hip with it. As I get ready to make my yearly visit to my sister in the States, I’m making sure my eReader is well-stocked with luscious reading — including a copy of Sexy Just Got Rich. But I’d be the first to admit, like most people I still LOVE the feel, the smell, the sight of a real book. All us Brit Babes do, and with that in mind, we’re very happy to offer our latest anthology, Sexy Just Got Rich, in print for the real book lover in all of us.

 

Sexy Just Got Rich Blurb:

Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand
new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

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Here’s a little teaser from my story, Buying the Farm. Enjoy!

Buying the Farm Blurb: 

Cassie Fielding is at her wits end trying to save the family farm from bankruptcy after her father’s illness. But when
Cassie returns from university, she finds that, in spite of their financial situation, her father has hired the mysterious, Simon Dennis to help run the place. As Cassie and the new hired hand experience an unprecedented heat wave of lust, Cassie comes to suspects that her father and Simon may be in cahoots with their own plan to save the farm, and the whole scheme depends on her.

Excerpt:

She dreamed of the hired hand that night. In her dreams, she met him in the woods below the barn. He was naked and wild like some animal that belonged there in the shadow of the oaks and hickory trees, and he had taken her without a word, on her hands and knees in the leaf litter, while she forced her bottom up and opened her legs enough for him to see that she was ready, that her need matched his own. He took her, hard and fierce, forcing the breath from her lungs, biting and kneading and growling. And she had growled back. Her nails had scored his ass in an effort to get him still deeper and the sound they’d made when they came together had startled the birds from their roosting places and raised the hackles of the night prowling beasts. And then he had lifted her into his arms, carried her into the cabin and laid her down on his bed. To her total surprise, that’s where she woke. Blinking, and wiping sleep from her eyes, she found herself still dressed, but tucked up nicely in the cabin, in the bed of the new hired hand, who was nowhere be to be found, but his bed and his room had that delicious smell of a virile male at his prime.

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Cassie had hurried out the door and made a run for the house, too embarrassed to linger lest the man return. Of course her father was out doing the morning chores. She’d had a quick shower and returned to the ham and eggs breakfast Joanie shoved at her. Joanie was a family friend who had been helping out when she could since Merrill Fielding’s heart attack. ‘Your dad knows you’re here. Simon told him he found you asleep under the oak trees. He figured you’d planned to overnight in the cabin, not realizing it was occupied. He tucked you into his bed and slept in the barn.’

Well that explained a lot, Cassie thought, then she fought back a blush that felt like it would roast her cheeks off. That also meant that the man had known she was there. Christ! Had he known she’d watched him? Known what she was doing? ‘Simon?’ she asked, shoveling in her breakfast with her head down so Joanie couldn’t see the blush.

‘Simon Dennis. That’s his name.’ Joanie scrubbed at the window above the sink as though it had offended her somehow. ‘From Chicago, I hear. Had some high finance job there. Don’t know why he gave it up to play farmer, but from what I hear,’ she turned back to Cassie to impart the latest, ‘he definitely doesn’t need the money.’ She inspected her reflection in the glass.

Advert10302697_501578709969443_5836215139193579296_nNice that someone can afford to play farmer,’ Cassie growled.

‘Apparently he told your father he’d work for room and board. Course your father’d never allow that. He insisted on paying. Still, I think the two of them are up to something.’ Joanie finished the window, then grabbed up Cassie’s empty plate and refill her iced tea glass in one exquisite example of the multi-tasking the woman was so good at. ‘He’s a looker, I’ll say that for him, and polite. I don’t think he’s ever done farm work before. Had some serious blisters his first week or so, but Merrill says he’s a fast learner and seems to have quite a good understanding of a working farm in spite of being a city boy.’

Suddenly Cassie’s insides turned to ice. What if he was thinking of buying Fielding Farm? Christ, farms all over the Midwest were being bought up by big corporations. The independent farmer was going the way of the Dodo bird. Well if he was thinking about buying them out, she’d have a thing or two to say about that. It was her farm, her home. And she wasn’t about to deed it over to some bored moneybags to whom it was just another business deal.

lily-harlemJoanie had left her with instructions on reheating the chicken potpie that she’d put in the refrigerator and Cassie was just about to head into the garden when the kitchen door blew open and her father practically dragged her from the chair into a bear hug. ‘Cassie-girl! You snuck in on me last night. What a great surprise to wake up and find my girl back home! I missed you darlin’’ He hugged her again.

She noticed immediately he felt much stronger than he had before. ‘I missed you too, Daddy.’ He looked better too, she thought. Hopefully he was well on the mend, but all the worrying about paying the bills certainly couldn’t be helping much.

She smiled and nodded out the window to the bedraggled veg patch. ‘I noticed you’ve got a bumper crop of weeds this year. I was just about to head out and see if I could harvest some of them for you.’

kay jaybee subclubJust then Simon Dennis stepped through the door, and damn if he didn’t look even better in sunlight than he did in moonlight. He was dressed in a well-sweated tee shirt and faded jeans, which he filled out nicely, and his smile was positively edible.

‘Not just yet, Cassie.’ Her dad nodded Simon in. ‘I suspect Joanie’s already told you all about Simon here. Knowing her, she probably knows more about him than he knows about himself, but this is the man in the flesh, who I understand was kind enough to give you his bed last night.’ If her blush mirrored Simon’s then her father surely had to suspect that it wasn’t as straight forward as that.

Simon’s eyes were dark green, she noticed, and his hair was almost, but not quite black. There was a smattering of freckles across his nose from hours spent in the intense sun, though from the looks of the rest of him, his complexion was just that shade of olive that tanned deliciously rather than burned.

kd grace subclubSimon offered her a well-calloused hand. The firmness of his grip made her think of how good it must have felt wrapped around his cock last night, which in turn made her wonder how the hell she’d ended up in his bed. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ she croaked, trying not to blush, trying not to think about places on her own body where his hand would feel good. Christ! She SO didn’t need to think about that with her dad standing right there between them.

Her father shifted nervously from foot to foot, and she suddenly realized that maybe her father did know, maybe her father was about to fire Simon. Oh God, she hoped not, because it was all her fault, staying to watch the man instead of leaving him to his private moment. But then again, they couldn’t afford Simon anyway, could they? Worse yet, what if her father had decided to sell out to Simon? ‘Cassie.’ Her father’s voice got her attention. ‘Sit lexie baysubclubdown, sweetie. And Simon,’ he nodded to the other side of the kitchen table, then he sat down nervously at the head of the table as though he were afraid the chair might bite him in the ass.

‘Daddy? What’s going on?’ Her voice sounded small as her mind raced at all the possibilities – most of them not good news.

Her father squirmed in his chair and tugged at the collar of his shirt. ‘Well, Cassie, I know how worried you’ve been about the financial situation at Fielding Farm, and hell, I’m an old man. I could live wherever as long as there was a roof over my head, but this is your home, your inheritance and I know that it matters to you that it’s been in the family for so long. So I’ve been racking my brain and racking my brain, and then I met Simon.’ He offered lucy felthouse Subclubthe man a quick jerk of a smile, then turned his nervous attention back to Cassie and cleared his throat. ‘Well, as I said, I’m sure Joanie has told you that our Simon here is a financial wizard.’ Simon didn’t smile at the compliment. If anything he seemed unhappy about it. ‘And we … Simon and I … put our heads together and came up with a plan guaranteed to save the farm.’

‘Really?’ Cassie scooted forward in her chair, giving both man a quick glance. ‘What exactly did you have in mind?’ Her gaze settled on Simon, who seemed icy calm and the expression on his face, the sudden squaring of his shoulders made him look like he belonged in a conference room in front of a board of directors, in spite of his jeans and t-shirt.

tabitha rayne subclubFirst he glanced at her father and then turned his lovely green eyes on her. ‘A deal,’ he said. She could smell that same deep earth and ozone scent beneath the scent of a grassy field. It was the same scent she’d smelled in the cabin, in his bed.

‘A deal?’

Her father cleared his throat and tugged at his shirt again.

‘What sort of deal?’

As Simon Dennis leaned over the table, the farmhand was completely transformed into the CEO. ‘It’s a pretty simple deal really, Cassie. You marry me and save Fielding Farm.’

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The air in the room suddenly felt thick and congealed. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the roar of blood in her ears. Both men held her gaze while she made several fish gasps.

It was a damn good thing she was sitting, or she was sure her knees would have given beneath her. But she took her time answering him, not because she was playing the game. Hell, she didn’t even know there was a game until this minute. No, she took her time answering him because she had to wait until she could be sure she could breathe without suffocating, be sure she could speak without her voice trembling. ‘Is this an ultimatum?’ She managed.

Natalie Dae Subclub‘No. It’s just the best way to protect your interests and save the farm,’ he replied.

God the man was smooth. She gulped tea and found her voice again. ‘OK, I’m just mercenary enough to do that, but what’s in it for you? This isn’t Chicago. Under the best of circumstances Fielding Farm isn’t worth even one of your lower end business deals. And this isn’t even close to the best of circumstances.’

His jaw tightened until she was afraid he’d break teeth, and his lips thinned to a tight line. The muscles along his neck twitched. ‘I like it here.’

Before either of them could say anything else, her father cleared his throat with a sound like someone starting a lawn mower then shoved back his chair. ‘I’m going to let the two of you have space to talk, and then, Cassie, if you need to yell and scream at me, I’ll be down in my workshop.’

She didn’t try to stop him as he left. Her father, she knew she could handle. He was stubborn, but he was also a reasonable man. In truth, she really was mercenary enough to take Simon up on his offer, but she leaned over the table, once again calm, and said. ‘It’s pretty obvious what’s in this for me, Simon, but I need to know what’s in it for you? I SJWIT_1need to know that you’ve not got ulterior motives. Hell, you don’t even know me.’

‘As I said, I like it here. You have what I want, what I’ve always wanted. And,’ a blush worked its way up his tanned throat onto his cheeks. ‘I need a wife.’

She blinked. ‘You need a wife. Well, I’m sure a man like you can have your pick of nice trophy wives and debutants. Why me?’

‘My father’s already got several willing trophy wives and debutants picked out for me, and I don’t want any of them.’

‘So you’re marrying me to get your father off your ass.’

‘I’m marrying you so I can stay on your farm.’ He shrugged and offered her half a smile. ‘And to get my father off my ass.’

She studied him over the table. ‘What else do I need to know?’

He took a deep breath. ‘I’m the oldest and only son. My father wants me to take over the reins of Dennis Consolidated. I could do it, but I hate it, and frankly I’m not the best person for the job. I marry you, become a farmer. Dennis Consolidated gets the best possible CEO to lead them into the future, and dad gets over it. Happy ending.’

‘You’re really willing to marry someone you don’t even know to achieve that end?’

‘Oh I’m willing,’ he said, offering her a smile that was flat out scary. ‘Besides. I know you better than you think. Your father adores you, and I’ve been paying enough attention to know that he has good reason.’

She reached for her tea glass and finished it in one long gulp,’ spilling a good bit of it down the front of her shirt, and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘And will that be a marriage in name only or will it be a real marriage.’

He laughed out loud and his green eyes sparked bright emerald. ‘After last night, I hardly think the two of us could keep it platonic, Cassie.’

‘Just making sure.’ The butterflies danced low in her belly, and her nipples offered him a full salute in her slightly damp shirt. ‘And what about a pre-nup?’

‘I don’t need a pre-nup. Hell you can have whatever you want of mine. I don’t give a damn.’

This time it was her turn to laugh. ‘I was talking about me. I want a guarantee that if it doesn’t work out, if we’re not compatible, you won’t try to take Fielding Farm away from me.’

The look on his face was something between stunned and hurt, neither of which she really expected. For a long Keep Calm10350544_501578259969488_8488128928937746351_nmoment he said nothing, then, his gaze darkened, he reached across the table and squeezed her hand. ‘You have a lawyer draw it up and I’ll sign it. But I promise you, Cassie, I would never take Fielding Farm from you and your father.’

Strangely, she believed him. For a long moment, they sat in the silence of the kitchen, her heart hammering as though it would jump from her chest. He showed no signs of impatience, no signs of stress. He only sat holding her in his dark green gaze.

At last she found her voice. ‘All right. I’ll marry you. But if we’re gonna do it, we need to do it now and get it over with. I don’t have time for all the hoopla and planning for pulling off some swank wedding during the busy season.’

Simon offered her a quirk of a smile. ‘Your father told me you were a hopeless romantic.’

 

 

Odessa’s Illicit Deux by Jezebel Jorge (@WitchLitChick)

illicitdeuxBlurb:

It’s Halloween and Lucy’s husband Graham has once again disappeared with his red haired mistress. But, before Odessa’s rendezvous with her beloved, she does the unthinkable and takes her daughter–the child fathered by Graham– trick-or-treating at Lucy’s house.

Lucy is a distraught until she gets another unexpected knock on her door. It’s Mark Lewis, her husband’s co-worker and the one man she’s never been able to resist.

What’s the harm in just one more illicit night with Mark? Lucy deserves that much, or does she?

Want to know where Graham disappeared to that Halloween weekend? Witchcraft is FREE from April 20-24th exclusively on Amazon!

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About the Author:

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch, medium, and a Reiki light worker. She describes her genre as Witch Lit – Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice.

Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side. Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of truth entwined within her fictional stories.

She lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and Odessa, a very vocal Spirit Guide with an affinity for snakes.

Author Links:

www.jezebeljorge.com

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Excerpt:

“Slow down,” she shrieked, and not from pleasure. “You’re hurting me.”

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked my big dick.” He stopped moving and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m sorry you’re used to Graham’s puny little wee wee.”

She pushed away his arms, barely moving until her pussy adjusted to the girth of his cock. “Let’s leave Graham’s dick out of this.”

“As tight as you are, I’d say he hasn’t gotten anywhere near your pussy since the last time I had it. Four years is a long time to go without getting any from the wifey.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but it’s closer to four months than four years.”

“If I had a wife as hot as you I’d be hitting it every night I came home.”

His hand went to her sex and she started to relax as his fingers expertly maneuvered to just the right spot. She closed her eyes, rocking back and forth on his dick while his fingers rubbed away her inhibitions.

“I’m guessing he still couldn’t find your clit even if I drew him a map.”

Lucy slapped him across the face. She looked at her stinging hand, as surprised as he’d been by the blow.

Still working her clit, he used his other hand to pinch her nipple. “You want to play rough?” he asked, “I’ll gladly oblige.”

She tilted back her head, savoring the quick jolt of pain. That pinch unleashed something in her. She ground harder against him using his cock for her own satisfaction. His dick might have been a dildo for all she cared, and she used it as if it were. He seemed to approve, meeting her thrust for thrust, while still working over her clit with his finger.

Lucy leaned forward offering him her breast. He teased her at first, taking her right to the edge by lapping at her tits before biting down into the pale flesh of her left breast just below her heart. It was as if something snapped all the way to her very core. It wasn’t just an orgasm it was an awakening of sensations.

She froze for a moment, so in awe was she of how damn gorgeous he looked lying there beneath her. Their first time he’d been baby faced and handsome in a way that made young fans swoon as he battled her evil husband and his even nastier brother. By then she’d stopped going to the matches with Graham, but she’d occasionally watch the highlights on TV, drawn to the all American good looks of the man who fought her husband in the ring. She knew enough to know that outside the ring they all got along. She wasn’t that naïve after all, but she enjoyed that suspension of disbelief as much as any fan buying a ticket to the matches.

Mark smacked her ass, urging her to keep riding his cock. She gladly obliged, trailing a hand across the plain of his chiseled abs as she arched her back and subdued him with the strength of her sex. There wasn’t anything boyish about him anymore. As he’d matured into his thirties his body had taken on a harder edge and he’d bulked up with more muscle. It wasn’t just his body, Mark had a tough mysteriousness about him that Graham had never possessed.

It had to be that drink, she thought as she marveled over just how beautiful Mark had become. Sex with him had always been amazing. But this, this was sensation to the extreme. She could almost feel her lust for him pulsing through her veins. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Nothing. It was all so very real, yet totally unreal.

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Kacey Hammell’s 5 Biggest Fears…

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Thanks for having me today, KD, on day 7 of the Guarding Midnight Tour.

  1. Anyone who knows me, knows my #1 fear is Snakes. Bone-chilling and paralyzing fear takes over me whenever I see one on a computer, TV or in the grass. There was even one time when my son received a rubber snake for his birthday, I knew it was in the house somewhere, and had my husband hunt it down and throw it outside. Seriously, it’s terrifying to know when one is around.
  1. Heights – though I can board an airplane, I will never look outside the windows – I usually hold the phone at the window when taking pictures, hoping they will turn out okay but never once looking at the phone until I’m on the ground. No one will ever find me bungee jumping off anything or parachuting out of a perfectly good airplane (unless there’s danger).
  1. Death – I don’t want to leave my children. I know the pain of losing a parent, and I (unrealistically) don’t want them to ever face that loss. It’s hard to push through it, and come out happy on the other side of it. Grief is no joke. The darkness can grab hold and suck us in. I don’t like the thought of my children ever facing that. But such is the circle of life.
  1. Dark places – I’m claustrophobic so it’s terrifying to be locked anywhere in the darkness or a small room. Even an airplane can be difficult for me but small spaces is difficult times a thousand.
  1. Failure – everyone fears it. I fear a lot since I’m a writer. Fear of a book tanking, readers hating it. I fear the inability to not succeed in everything I do, not just writing, but failing my children, family, husband. That fear is always in the back of my mind, even on good days.

*****

Reviews:

“This is a book that will consume you. From that sensual first kiss through terrifying suspense filled moments, Hammell’s writing will pull you in.” ~ 5 Stars from S.J. Maylee, author of the Love Projects Series

“…doesn’t disappoint…characters, plot and storyline was amazing, overall this was an easy contemporary romance that will have some enjoying on how the story unfolds.” ~ 5 Stars from Beckey, In the Pages of a Good Book

“… an amazing book…background story was amazing and the main character and background characters, I fell in love with them right away. I couldn’t put this book down.” ~ 5 Stars from Stephanie, Goodreads

“…very well written with amazing plot and storyline.” 5 Stars from Chantale, Canadian Book Addict

*****

Guarding MidnightBlurb:

Canadian Muscle …

When Desires Need Protecting.

No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.

Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.

When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.

 

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Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

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Writing Katie in Love by Chloe Thurlow

tourbutton_katieinloveWhen I gave up my job describing interiors for a magazine, my Mother told me not to ‘burn my bridges,’ and I started to wonder if that is sound advice. Once burnt, there is no way back. You have crossed the Rubicon, the Styx, the Thames, for that matter. I had moved from West London to East London where the rents are cheaper and the cost is broken streets, a fall on the ice and a broken finger.

At that time, a friend of mine who paints abstracts lost all of her work in a fire. For months she walked around in a funk. Then she rented a new studio. She started again and her paintings were fresher, freer, more layered, more interesting.

It made me think. I have files of unfinished short stories, notebooks of ideas, character descriptions. I kept going back to them as if in the past we might find the future.

But I had a deeper instinct that, only when I found the courage to burn all these scribbled notes would the universe reach down and lift me like a fiery phoenix from the ashes. You get trapped into repeating yourself, you plagiarize yourself, you become all those things you condemn in others. Sometimes, I would pass a shop window and glimpse my mother in the reflection.

There was a book I wanted to write and I needed to steal time to write it. I had some savings, the chance to house sit, and a plan of action came to me one day in the park when a paragraph like a speck of space dust fell from the sky into my head. I raced home and wrote it down. I didn’t burn all my jottings, that would have been romantic, and in my flat I don’t have an open fireplace.

What I did was place all the notes and notebooks in black plastic bags and carried them down the stairs – the Romanian girl in  the flat below was singing, I could hear her voice faintly through the half-open door – and put the bags in the blue Paper and Cardboard recycle bin.

I felt lighter walking back upstairs, not just lighter from not carrying the bags, but lighter in my step, in my head. Katie from that first paragraph was now at my side and she would remain there night and day like a doppelganger, like changing images in a house of mirrors: me, but not me.

My previous books had been about girls coming of age, finding themselves and their sexuality. Katie was not a young girl. She was 28, my age, as it happens, and she had a lot of confusion about a lot of things: love, romance, passion erotica. But also art, contemporary life, nude-selfies, sexting, porn, internet dating, pulp and pop culture, tabloid TV – men, those shapeshifters and mysteries so hard to live with and impossible to live without.

These are the ingredients for what was given the working title: Strangers, then Stranger in the House of Mirrors, then House of Mirrors, then…well, lots of things, and became as if it were meant to be: Katie in Love.

A book is a journey; your characters your companions. You create them and they, in some ways, create you. Katie Boyd is a perfectionist, moody, she likes dancing, she is unsure what she should do in her life and, when she feels as if she is falling in love with Tom Bridge, the feeling is unexpected, shocking and terrifying.

Katie in Love was 13 months in the making, all writing is re-writing, every word is a chip in a mosaic, even that space gift first paragraph was edited, but the book became the book I wanted to write and I feel free now to start another book.

 

Katie in LoveBlurb

Katie Boyd has nothing in common with Tom Bridge, the volunteer doctor she meets at a party – except in bed she finds a passion to match her own. Tom is intense, puzzling, a man who cares about others and compels Katie to question her own life drifting through the hip clubs and London party scene.

When Tom returns to his post in a Sri Lanka orphanage, Katie isn’t sure if their passion was lit by its brevity, or if love, unexpected and not entirely wanted, has edged its way into her life. Should she go back to being who she always was? Or follow Tom into the unknown?

Katie in Love is a compelling erotic-romance that will grip readers as they follow Katie’s journey to an ending they may have expected – but not in the way they expected it.

Brilliantly written and coolly self-aware, Chloe Thurlow was described by KM Dylan on Amazon as “…the Anaïs Nin of our times.” With Katie in Love  – her sixth novel – Thurlow reveals a writer at the height of her powers.

Excerpt from Katie in Love — furnace hot 5*****

Katie has met a stranger at a New Years Eve dance and she takes him back to her East London flat –

My heart was a little boat that had broken its moorings. My breath was trapped in my throat. I rolled to one side and slid across his body. I took his cock back into my mouth, completing the circle, his tongue pushing back into my vagina, my tongue wrapped about his shaft. We rocked to and fro like sunflowers in a field, deeper and deeper, while the tree branch tapped like a metronome against the windowpane and we found perfect harmony.

My pussy continued to leak nectar into his mouth. Our bodies were slippery with perspiration. I could have remained in that position for the rest of my life, but the tempo changed, his body tensed and my throat filled with warm sperm that tasted like coconut milk. I gobbled it down, greedy for more. He kept pushing into me, I kept drawing at his cock and, as the last drips drained into my mouth, I grew rigid. I released his cock and gasped as his meaty tongue ignited an orgasm that made me scream. I cried out as if in pain but the pain was an intense, all-consuming pleasure.

My body was trembling as if in fever. I rolled to one side, arms wrapped around his legs, our bodies drenched, throbbing, electric. I was dizzy. He pulled me up and pushed his cock inside me as if it were a jewel being placed back in a velvet box. We rocked gently like waves on an outgoing tide and, on that tide, the ship would soon be sailing.

We slept for an hour. We made love again and he slept again, staying hard inside me while I lay awake enjoying the feel of his weight pinning me down. Sometimes you have to picture what you wish for. I had pictured the stranger and willed him into being.

I must have drifted into sleep. I remember my eyes blinking open, a smile on my lips. There was dull light around the unclosed blinds. Morning had come. It was the first day of a New Year – a new beginning. He was dressing. He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and I watched as he left my bedroom. I heard the click of the front door. Then there was silence.

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Write to Chloe at – chloe.thurlow@yahoo.co.uk

Read Chloe’s extraordinary blogs at – www.chloethurlow.com

 

Chloe ThurlowBio

Chloe Thurlow lives in London and spends as much time as she can in Spain trying to improve her dire Spanish accent. The author of 5 previous novels, Katie in Love, is her first indy book – an experience she describes as walking blindfold on a highwire between two buildings without a safety net. Katie in Love is available as a beautifully-bound paperback and an ebook.

Website: http://www.chloethurlow.com/

 

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