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Out Now – Multi-Orgasmic: A Collection of Erotic Short Stories by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #erotic #ebook #ku #kindleunlimited

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multiorgasmicBlurb:

From the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse comes a collection of short stories and flash fiction sure to hit the spot.

There’s something for everyone nestling between the pages of this sexy anthology. From spanking to voyeurism, bondage to pegging, solo loving to ménage, with a sprinkling of femdom, maledom and magic, fans of M/F erotic stories will soon discover why this book is described as multi-orgasmic.

Enjoy twenty one titillating tales, over 52,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.

Please note: Many of the stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies and online, but three of the tales are brand new and never-seen-before!

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multiorgasmicgraphicExcerpt:

Private Jesse Bagnall glowered and muttered to himself all the way to the mess. He’d just been bawled out by Corporal Roxanne Grey—yet again—and he was getting seriously fed up of it. He knew he wasn’t perfect in the drill exercises, but then nor were any of the other guys. It was like she was singling him out and aiming all her abuse in his direction. Being shouted at was to be expected in the army—it was almost part of the job description—but Corporal Grey’s attitude was bordering on discriminatory, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Especially without looking like a total pussy.

Spotting some of his closest friends at a table towards the back of the mess, he caught the eye of one of them—Matt Kay—raised a hand in greeting, then got in line for his food.

Several minutes later he loaded his cup of tea onto his tray along with everything else and headed over to where he’d seen Matt and the boys. Hopefully they’d take his mind off the Queen Bitch. They were always game for a laugh.

“All right, lads?” he said, sliding his tray onto the table and taking a seat.

There were mumbles of assent.

“Yeah,” replied Ed Patterson. “You?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

Ed raised an eyebrow, and the other men turned their attention to Jesse, too. “Well,” Ed said, “that wasn’t very convincing. What’s up, mate?”

Jesse sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s the drill instructor.”

His friends exchanged confused looks. “Care to elaborate?” Matt said.

Not wanting to look like a wimp in front of his mates, Jesse changed his tone. But once he had, the anger took over him. “She’s a fucking bitch, that’s what!”

The confused expressions turned to surprised ones.

“I’m fed up of her treating me like a twat. I know it’s her job to bawl us out, but she takes it too far. I do my fucking best, work my arse off, and it’s still not good enough for her.”

He barely noticed the gazes of his friends shifting slightly, and carried on regardless. “She definitely picks on me more than everyone else. As though I’ve seen sitting on my arse when everyone else is killing themselves to get it right. She’s just being a complete and utter bitch. Bitch face fucking Grey!”

Matt cleared his throat, to no avail.

“You know what her problem is?” Jesse continued. “She needs a fucking good shag, she does. That might cheer the miserable cow up. Mind you, Christ knows what man would be brave enough to go there. She’d probably bite your cock off as soon as suck it.”

As the red mist of his anger dissipated, Jesse finally clocked the reactions of the other men around his table. They weren’t at all what he’d expected. Ed and Matt looked mighty chagrined, staring at a point over his left shoulder. Private Graham Pilgrim had actually put his head down and begun to bang it on the table.

A cold trickle of dread ran down his back, and he turned, wondering which of his superiors had heard his rant.

Fuck. It was none other than the target of his diatribe.

Corporal Roxanne Grey stood, her arms crossed, one high-heeled foot tapping on the floor. Her facial expression was as far from impressed as it was possible to be.

Coolly, she said, “Bagnall. Guard room, now.”

Jesse’s heart sunk into his heavy-duty boots, and he had to resist the temptation to drop his gaze to the floor. His buddies would never let him live it down. He had to do as the woman said otherwise he’d be guilty of insubordination, but he was going to do it in the manliest way possible.

Turning back to the table, he sneaked a quick glance at each of his friends in turn, hoping his expression looked irritated, not shit scared, which was what he really was. Standing, he left his lunch tray where it was and followed Corporal Grey out of the mess, across the yard and into the scruffy-looking building that was the guard room. God, the government really needed to put some money into this place—it certainly didn’t give off the air of tough professionalism that the personnel were expected to show.

Opening the door, Corporal Grey stood aside and ushered him in, before following him and shutting the door behind them and twisting the lock. The room was empty. She moved to sit in a chair, and motioned him to take another one.

“I suppose you know why you’re here?”

“Yes, ma’am. My unforgiveable words and actions back in the mess.” Now it was just the two of them, he could grovel as much as he felt necessary without worrying about losing face.

“Hmm. Yes. But actually, it’s more the reasoning behind the words that I’m interested in.”

“W—what do you mean?”

“You mentioned that you feel like I pick on you, more than I do anyone else during drill instruction. As though you’re sitting on your arse, I do believe were your words.”

Jesse fought the colour coming to his face, and failed miserably. “Y—yes, ma’am.”

“Do I really make you feel that way? Or were you just having a whinge to your mates? Tell me honestly, please.”

The anger had gone from her tone, and her expression was open, expectant. She really and truly wanted him to be honest. He opened and closed his mouth—not unlike a fish—a couple of times, before clearing his throat and attempting to form an answer. It didn’t help that, now she’d stopped screaming at him and was actually being quite pleasant, he’d come to the conclusion that she was hot. Even in her army uniform, she looked feminine, as though she was hiding a delicious body underneath all that olive green.

“O—okay then. Yes, you do. Ever since you turned up to drill us in preparation for the parade, you’ve made me feel like a useless sack of shit. I know it’s important, God do I know, and I want to get it right, but I really am trying my best. I’m giving this my all, and it seems as though it’s just not good enough for you. Some of the other guys are worse than me, and you don’t come down on them like a ton of bricks. Maybe just half a ton.” He smiled weakly, hoping she’d realise he was joking.

A tiny smile played at the corners of the corporal’s lips. “Would it make you feel any better if I told you why I’m doing it? Shouting at you more than the others, I mean.”

“Um, I guess it depends on what you’re going to say. I’m really not as shit as some of the other guys.”

“I know. But…” She got to her feet and moved to stand in front of Jesse. Leaning down and placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she continued. “Let’s just say I’m trying not to let my true feelings show. If people found out how much I want you, I don’t think it would go down too well.”

“W—want me? You want me?” His heart pounded, and his brain raced to keep up with what she was saying. Did she really mean what he thought she meant? Was there a way he could have misunderstood her words? He didn’t think so. “You mean, like, want me in the sex way?” He knew his phrasing was ridiculous, but he couldn’t think of anything better right at that moment. His brain was too fried.

Corporal Grey laughed, her blue eyes sparkling as crinkles appeared in their corners. It was adorable and sexy all at once, and Jesse’s cock surprised him by hardening.

“Yes,” she said. “I mean in the sex way. But I guess you know now why I’ve been behaving the way I have? Can you forgive me? I didn’t mean to make you feel like a useless sack of shit. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I can forgive you. But only if you make it up to me.” It seemed his cock had taken over control of his mouth now, because as the words floated into the air, he realised he had no idea what he actually meant.

“Oh yeah?” Moving her hands to her hips, Corporal Grey adopted a saucy stance. “And how am I supposed to do that?”

Jesse cast his gaze about the room rapidly, hoping for inspiration. Thankfully, he spotted something that would serve his purpose perfectly. Standing, he gently pushed past her and retrieved the pace stick that was propped up in the corner. Designed for marking time in parades and similar, when it was open it formed a ‘V’ shape; closed it was just a wooden stick. One he could use to get his own back on Corporal Grey. And he really had to stop thinking of her as Corporal Grey, especially considering what he was about to do. She was Roxanne.

Turning back to her, he stifled a grin when he saw the look on her face. She obviously hadn’t been expecting that. Pointing to a nearby table, he commanded, “Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over.”

“O—okay.”

She sounded nervous, and he didn’t blame her. Frankly, he was surprised she’d agreed. He was wielding quite an interesting weapon, and she was going to allow him to use it on her. Perhaps she was into a bit of pain. He’d soon find out.

Following her to the table, he waited while she summoned her courage, then lifted her skirt. His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his close-cropped hairline when he saw the skimpy black thong that had been hidden beneath her drab skirt. It bisected lovely pale, round bum cheeks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull the material aside and bury his cock in her warm depths.

First, though, Roxanne had some making up to do. “Ready?”

Pressing her hands to the surface of the table, she nodded quickly.

Jesse moved into the position he thought best and waved the pace stick around a little, to get used to the way it moved and balanced. He’d never spanked a woman before, never mind with one of these things. God knows why he’d even suggested it. She probably thought he was some kind of kinky bastard, now. Never mind, it was just a bit of fun.

 

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

TO ROME with LUST Launch Day!

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To Rome with LustTODAY IS LAUNCH DAY! It’s official! All those of you who pre-ordered To Rome with Lust will have woken up this morning to find it waiting for you on your eReaders. Happy reading! For this of you with a little more patience, the wait is over. To Rome with Lust is now available in print and eBook formats for you reading pleasure.

To Rome with Lust:

The adventure that began with Rita Holly in London, then moved to Las Vegas with Nick Chase continues in Rome when a chance encounter among the Roman ruins has tourist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The Nose’ Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. Paulo is the heir apparent of Martelli Fragrance, a roll Rita Holly abdicated to lead the Mount in London. With her magnificently sensitive nose leading the way, Liza uncovers Martelli’s hidden secret –it’s the front for the original Mount, an international secret society with sexual rites into which Paulo is more than willing to initiate her.

Excerpt:

‘People are looking. We should stop.’ Liza barely got the words out before he leaned in just a tiny bit further and, in his enthusiasm, his lips brushed hers. Everything spiked in a sharp stab of scent that settled right between her legs, as they both gasped and sat back, eyes wide, fingers pressed to lips. A flight to Paris was called over the intercom immediately after one to Frankfurt and, in the jostling and shifting and gathering of belongings, no one was paying any attention to them. Though she wasn’t sure it would have made any difference even if they’d suddenly been center stage. Their gaze locked on each other, cheeks flushed, chests heaving, they sat locked in a moment so tight, so full that its breaking apart was inevitable. It was ridiculous. She was seconds away from coming, and his cock was about to burst his trousers and his lips, my god his lips, she could think of so many places on her body she wanted those lips.

‘I have to know,’ he gasped. ‘Surely you want to know too.’ Then he did the unthinkable. He curled his fingers into the back of her hair and pulled her to him. This time their lips met with a clash of teeth and a gasping swallow of oxygen that transitioned into parted lips and darting tongues and an absolute explosion of scent. If he had smelled amazing by himself, if his scent had sharpened hers to the cutting edge of orgasm, then the mixing and blending that happened when they touched, when those two scents came together was shattering. ‘I’ve never smelled anything like it,’ she breathed into his mouth.

‘Me neither,’ He bit her lower lip and tugged and their blended smell became darker, more spicy, tones of earth and sea, pepper and honey and my god the guy could kiss!

View of Rome from Borghese GardensP1010033She came first with a guttural grunt that began deep in her center and washed over her like a riptide. She tried desperately to hide it, but he knew it. He felt it, she even thought he smelled it, and he tightened his fist in her hair, breathing her into his open mouth. Both his hands then slid to her shoulders in a grip that was almost painful as he pulled back, his gaze locked on hers, and his whole body convulsed, and again, and again, his deep mocha gaze holding her tight as pupils dilated and eyelids shuddered.

For a moment they sat stunned, staring at each other, struggling to catch their breath. He looked shell-shocked, and she must have looked at least as bad. ‘I’m sorry,’ they both said at the same time as they mirrored each other in a nervous laugh.

Then the intercom called the flight to Rome. ‘That’s my flight,’ she gasped, suddenly awash in a wave of embarrassment. She grabbed her bag and her laptop and fled, feeling certain everyone was watching, feeling certain everyone knew exactly what they had done. She left quickly, babbling on about duty free and gifts, sounding like a total idiot. It didn’t matter though, at the end of the day, she’d never see the man again. And she’d never smell him again. That saddened her.

 

To Rome with Lust is book three in The Mount Series. And for those of you who may not have read books one and two, no worries! These books don’t have to be read in order. But if you DO like to order your reading universe then here’s a little Mount primer:

 

 

Holly_teaserTHE INITIATION of MS HOLLY: Book One in The Mount Series (Click here for: Book Two | Book Three)

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.

 

 

FULFILLING the CONTRACT: Book two of The Mount Series (Click here for Book One | Book Three)

FTC_teaserLimo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.

Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfil the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?

 

 

Interview with Tino

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I’ve had several blog tours recently, and in all of those tours, I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing several of my characters. Believe me, even as the author, it’s amazing what I learn from these interviews. You can find some of those interviews in the Book page of my blog, under GETTING PERSONAL, and more will be added soon.

One interview that didn’t quite make it to the Getting Personal section, however, is … well it’s a bit of a failed interview, actually, though I’d had such high hopes for it. As you might imagine, I was absolutely dying for this interview, but incredibly nervous about it, because … well, it was an interview with Tino from my novel, The Pet Shop. Trouble is Tino’s a human Pet, and I knew going in that Tino’s being a Pet could make the interview, well, complicated. But it was Tino! How can I possibly resist? Well, it didn’t quite go according to plan, and really, it’a a little bit embarrassing, but I brought the interview out from the drawer, dusted it off and decided to share it with you anyway. Please ignore the drool marks.

*****

I was really lucky to get an interview with Tino because Tino’s The Pet Shop’s most popular Pet, and his schedule is always full. But just looking at ThePetShop_teaserthose lovely dark eyes and that bedroom mussed auburn hair, (breathe, KD, breathe!) I can see why.  Anyway, Tino had to work me in to his schedule, after all he does have a starring role in MY novel. So he owes me.

KD: Welcome, Tino! (smooths hair, checks breath in hand) It’s lovely of you to let me Interview you. I just want to say that it’s a real pleasure to meet you in person and…

Oh, sorry, folks, just checking The Pet Minder’s Manual. It says Pets only wear close in public and they’re much more comfortable naked. I certainly wouldn’t want Tino to be uncomfortable, so I’ll just get him out of this shirt. (breathe, KD, Breathe!) And now the trousers and then we can get on with the… Oh my! (checks to make sure she’s not actually drooling)

There now, that’s better, isn’t it, Tino? Ah, that’s sweet. Tino’s sitting on the floor now with his head resting on my thigh. I think that means he likes me. I have been assured that he won’t bite… not unless I tell him to. Though I do hear that he does have a reputation for being a bit, naughty at times. I suppose that’s my fault because, well, I did write him that way. Anyway, on with the interview.

KD: So, Tino, tell us about being a Pet. What’s it like having a keeper for a weekend and letting them take care of you and feed you and bathe you? And what’s it like taking care of their needs, if you know what I mean.

Tino: …..

KD: … Um … I know the Pet Minder’s manual says that Pets don’t talk. Okay, I can understand that, Tino. I understand you staying in character and all. No doubt that’s what makes having a Pet such a stimulating experience. But this is an interview. I mean you’re not really MY Pet. Surely you could just give us a little clue.

Tino: …

KD: Okay, maybe that question’s a bit personal. We certainly don’t want to infringe on the privacy of any of your keepers, Tino. Here’s a good
question, and I’m sure our readers are dying to know. I’ve heard that no one actually knows where The Pet Shop is, not even the Pets. I’ve heard that Pets come and go by way of black vans and they never see the route. Is that true? I’ve heard that some people have chosen to become full-time Pets and never leave the Pet Shop, but others, like you, enjoy having a keeper. Is that true?

Tino: ….

KD: Tino? Tino what are you doing? Tino, stop that! Stop that right now. You’re a bad boy! You know you’re not supposed to play with your… er to behave badly in front of strangers. (whispers next to Tino’s ear) Look, Tino, I know you want to play, but I’m trying to do an interview here, for godsake!

The-Pet-Shop_teaser2Oh dear. Jeez. This is a bit embarrassing, everyone, I do apologize. He’s bent over offering me his bottom. And the manual does say that naughty Pets have to be punished. It says they have to be taught who’s the alpha in the Pet/keeper relationship, and… er I guess that would be me. It says that I either need to use my hand or a rolled up newspaper on that lovely backside. Could you folks excuse me for just a minute. (smacks luscious offered-up bare bottom until it’s nice and pink.) Wow! I never realized before just how a good spanking applied to a tight, muscular bottom can sting one’s hand. Oooh, that’s tender. Never mind.

Now then, where were we? Oh yes. You’re probably wondering why I’m interviewing a Pet from the Pet Shop when he isn’t allowed to even speak. Well, first of all, let me just say if you could see this luscious pink bottom, and the rest of the package you wouldn’t have to ask. But, actually that’s only a part of the reason I wanted to interview Tino. You see, I have it on good authority that in his life in the real world, Tino is actually the reclusive, richer-than-God eco-warrior, and entrepreneur, Vincent Evanston. Problem is, no one has seen the man in ages. But Stella James has shown me archive photos of Vincent Evanston, and we agree. He sure looks a lot like Tino.

Actually, I was able to catch up with Vincent Evanston. I managed to get hold of his unlisted Blackberry number. You probably wonder how I could do that when no one else knows where he’s even at. Well, it’s simple really. He’s my character. I thought since he could talk and Tino might not that maybe I could get a statement out of him.

Poor timing on my part, really. I caught him in the woods photographing pileated woodpeckers. He really didn’t appreciate the interruption. But when I asked him if he were Tino, he just sort of growled at me and said, I quote, ‘Tino’s not here.’ Then he hung up on me. Kind of rude, really, but you can be that way when your rich and brooding, and you look like…well you look like Tino. Only with clothes – outdoorsy, manly, sexy sort of clothes…

I’m a little disappointed really. I’m a pretty good interviewer, and I was sure if anyone could get Tino to talk, I could. But instead, he’s just sitting on the floor licking my leg with that delicious, pink tongue of his, and sitting kind of tenderly on that tight little bottom I just spanked, which I have to say, leaves his lovely junk, rather well-exposed. (Makes an effort not to look. Sort of.) Still, I did write Tino, after all. If anyone can get him to talk, it should be me. Let’s try again.

KD: Tino, rumour has it you’re spending an awful lot of time with the new employee over at the Stridgida Company, Stella James. And I hear she’s scheduled you to spend yet another weekend with her. She knows you’re not cheap, right? Frankly I’m surprised she’d have you at all, since I hear she’s a bit of a prude.

Tino: … (Nips my thigh and rubs himself against it)

KD: Oh dear! I’ll take that to mean Stella’s no prude. Maybe we’ve worked out a code here, a way of communicating that doesn’t involve talking. This is a good sign. So, Tell me, Tino, is it possible that a certain very popular Pet might be a little bit smitten? Tino! Tino, stop humping my leg! God, this is so embarrassing. Stop it right now or I’ll have to punish you again.

Wait a minute. Why do I get the feeling you might be liking this whole spanking thing just a little too much…

Anyway, I heard while Stella was in Oregon on business, she actually met Vincent Evanston, quite by accident. Sorry Tino, but that sounds like way more than a coincidence to me. And if anyone can get to the bottom of this whole Tino/Vincent mystery, well I think Stella is the woman to do it. Surely you have something to say to that, Tino?

Tino: …

KD: Tino! Tino stop it. Tino this is a proper interview for proper folks and ;asdofn eoi aflkej a rk. Tino, am I going to have to spknf;asdoj you again? Tino. Tino. Oh dear God!

Umm. That’s it for the interview, folks I’m happy we hadal ldkf;lkeoi.. (breathe K D, breath) I hope you’ll alkmlasdfl The Pet Shop. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m alskdfu and I really have to alkhelfobadfff mmmmmmmm.

The Pet Shop prelimThe Pet Shop

In appreciation for a job well done, STELLA JAMES’s boss sends her a Pet for the weekend – a human Pet. The mischievous TINO comes straight from THE PET SHOP complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers that the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, is 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.

Excerpt:

Wet and cold, Stella was trembling hard enough that is was an effort not to spill the cocoa. ‘You’re Tino, aren’t you?’ She spoke between chattering teeth.

His back stiffened slightly, then relaxed again as he continued to dig through his pack. ‘I’m Vincent.’

She sat the cup down next to her and chafed her arms. ‘I know you’re Vincent, Vincent Evanston, but you’re Tino. I mean he’s you, isn’t he?’

He turned on her quickly and grabbed her shoulders so that she feared he would shake her. Instead he began to chafe her arms, his dark eyes locked on hers. ‘I told you, Tino’s not here.’

‘But I — ’

He swallowed up her words in an open-mouth kiss, taking her breath away, taking away her ability to think with the heat of it, the expressive depth of it. He bit her lip as he pulled back, still holding her gaze. ‘Tino’s not here,’ he repeated. His voice held the tiniest edge of warning.

 

 

City Nights: One Night in Edinburgh by Charlotte Howard (@Shy_Tiger)

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One Night in EdinburghBlurb:

Chloe Shard has travelled to Edinburgh to meet up with a potential client, and has just twenty-four hours to convince them to sign her contract. But when she meets the delicious Ethan, he proves to be so much more than an enticing distraction. It’s not long before Chloe has some life changing decisions to make, and less than a day to make them in.

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releaseblitz_onenightinedinburghExcerpt:

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut as the plane’s wheels bumped along the tarmac, and her stomach lurched into her chest as the brakes were applied. Her ears flooded with the sound of her own heart beating louder than the squealing and screeching of the landing gear. Pressure built in her cheeks as she clenched her teeth together. The worst hour in her life was almost over.

“Welcome to Edinburgh,” said the captain over the speaker system. “We hope you had a pleasant journey and enjoyed the flight. Please remain seated with your seat belts fastened until the light is turned off.”

A chuckle emanated from nearby. Chloe opened one eye and peered at the man in the seat across the aisle from her.

“You can breathe again,” he said in an American accent, flashing her a grin.

“I think I’ll wait until my feet are actually on the ground if it’s all the same to you,” she replied, leaning back into the headrest.

A loud ping was followed by a Mexican wave of clicking as the passengers released their seat belts and fought to get their bags and rush off the plane. Chloe undid her own belt then hurriedly squished herself into the seat as an oversized belly, violently stretching at a pale green shirt, began its invasion of her breathing space. Her shoulder was nudged as the impatient woman beside her stood up, hunching under the overhead compartment.

She waited for the plane to empty. The impatient woman started huffing and tutting. Chloe looked up apologetically, but was met with a hardened glare.

“Here,” said the man from opposite. She turned her gaze towards him and was grateful to see him holding back a herd of cattle desperate to depart. She drank him in for a second. He was broad enough to act as a barrier between her and the crowd. A very attractive barrier. From the way his T-shirt stretched over his biceps, she could tell that his width was certainly not due to being overweight. Ink spiralled around his skin from beneath the short sleeve, tracing down to his elbow.

“Thank you.” She stepped into the aisle. Immediately, the woman from beside her shoved herself through the gap, knocking Chloe into the man’s chest with an oof!

“I’m so sorry!” she said, stepping back and turning to the overhead compartments, feeling her cheeks heat. Her fingers tingled with the memory of his muscular chest beneath them.
Charlotte HowardAuthor Bio:

British author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.

 

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Holiday Gems: Six Sexy Stories by KINKLECTIC

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It’s always a pleasure to guest-blog for KD Grace and I’m grateful each time I get to contribute. I’m here again, this time to share some of my recentHolidayGems-STAR-2 endeavors, both solo and with a group of eclectic writers.

I don’t know about you, but I love the Holiday season. I’m blessed with a wonderful family and we often prioritize the Holidays as a time of year to take time off from life and work, and typically converge upon a location somewhere along the West Coast. Coming from a large family (I’m one of five siblings, the oldest), it gets very festive. Along with our Irish and British heritage, ample amounts of liquor and spirits are imbibed and we are not shy about eating ourselves silly. We play games, see movies, stay up to the wee hours of the morning talking and genuinely enjoy one another’s company.

For this reason, amongst others, the Holiday season is pretty much a magical experience for me, surrounded by those who I love most on this lovely planet.

Last year, we enjoyed a sunny Christmas in San Diego and the year prior, a yummy Thanksgiving in Portland. A decade ago, we disappeared to Lake Tahoe for some snow-boarding and skiing, another year, we were on the Oregon Coast in a large house-share, enjoying the Pacific Ocean and the Pacific NW’s scenic beauty. Next year, we’re contemplating a Thanksgiving in San Francisco.

Then, it might not surprise you that I love to write short-stories that center around a holiday theme. This year, I’ve been unusually ambitious. Along with a talented and eclectic group of erotic and romance fiction authors, we pulled together a collection of holiday short stories. Six, to be exact and two of which, are mine. With plenty of fantasy, naughty bits and even some romance, I’m sure that they will hit a sweet-spot or two! *evil-grin*

Have a look!

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Mistress Klaus by Ruby Madden

Contrary to what most believe, it is Mistress Klaus who runs the show at the North Pole. Not Santa Claus, but Mistress Klaus… Nonetheless, she still needs a partner. A man to call her own. A partner who can serve her in more ways than one…

Office Party by Troy King

Rebecca and John have had their fair share of erotic adventures, but their very first time exploring their wilder sides came at the company Christmas party. While executives yammered on and everyone got bored, Rebecca and John expanded their horizons.

Holiday-GEMS-Promo_PROMO-4The Professor’s Pleasures: Merry Xmas by Fallen Kittie

A sexy interlude between a student and Professor, then and now…

A Hysteric New Year by Audrey Lusk

Wherein an inventor has found a way to use his latest marvel the same way most do – for sex. A hot ménage romance in a not-quite-steampunk fantasy Victorian setting.

The Winter Dream by Lydia Young

After her brush with death, Jolie Paget’s world tumbles into madness and dreams. On the longest night of winter, she must confront the chaos…and the man who haunts her sleep. But will she be able to emerge from it with her mind and heart in one piece?

Santa’s Gift by Ruby Madden

Sally has nearly finished her PhD and is on vacation for the Holidays in sunny San Diego when she spies a tall, sexy man lounging across the pool. She’s recently dumped her boyfriend of three years and hasn’t had a ‘decent lay’ in as many. She makes a bold move, and picks up Rain, hoping for a one-night stand. Much to her surprise, Rain expects to be paid for his unique skills. Will Sally deny herself some much needed carnal pleasure or indulge in Rain’s expert, hand’s-on TLC and sensual care?

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The collection will only be $0.99 through the Holidays (1/7/15) and is also eligible for the KU (KindleUnlimited) borrow program. It is available exclusively at Amazon.

My two short stories, Mistress Klaus and Santa’s Gift will be also be sold separately as stand-alones and are also exclusive to Amazon and the KU borrow program.

Buy Holiday Gems Here:

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For fun, here are some snippets from my two stories:

SANTA’S GIFT

This was really happening. And fast. This man was all eyes for me and the vodka tonics were hitting me hard.Santa's-Gift-1

“What’cha reading on your eReader?” Rain asked.

I was stunned that he’d noticed. This confirmed that he’d been watching me before I had come over to meet him. “Oh, just something silly. Girl stuff.”

“Girl stuff? You mean erotica? Or romance?” He teased.

I shook my head and wondered if there was any chance that I could feel any more awkward than I already was. I just knew that my expressive face revealed my nervousness.

“Erotic romance, if the genre must be clarified.”

“Awh,” he said, his amusement at my expense was somewhat endearing. His eyes danced with delight at my embarrassment. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is the greatest pleasure in life.”

“For some,” I quipped quickly, regretting it as soon as I said it.

He tilted his face at me, and looked at me as if he knew exactly what I was referring to. “Sorry to hear it.”

Whatever awkwardness in what I’d just revealed must have been plain as day on my face because what he said next, blew my mind.

“Maybe I can change that?”

He was so bold. So direct.

Old me would have been offended. New me was hundreds of miles away from home on vacation. New me had just dumped her long-term boyfriend. New me was horny as all hell.

 

Buy Santa’s Gift Here:

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MISTRESS KLAUS

It had already been a twelve hour day, but that wouldn’t stop her or her workaholic elf team from continuing to work. It was peak season and with
less than four days until the big day, it was all-hands-on-deck, twenty-four hours a day. Each elf working twelve hour shifts and then some more, if they chose to.

“Speaking of breaks, I think I need one too…” she sighed and made her way to the break-room to get some coffee.MistressKlaus-BC-+-Jasper-Med

While she doctored the warm mug of liquid energy, adding a dash of nutmeg, she quickly got lost in her lusty thoughts. Rather than working, she wanted to read.

Read erotica, that is.

This year, they’d sent out more erotic romance books than ever before. In fact, each year, they’d seen a steady increase of this particular gift request for the horny adults of Earth celebrating the holidays. It just so happened that Mistress Klaus had long since developed an eBook habit to all the many erotic and romantic fiction titles. It didn’t help matters that they were available in abundance online.

They gave her all sorts of naughty ideas…

Ones that she could play out with her very own submissive and naughty consort, Jasper.

 

Buy Mistress Klaus Here:

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Lastly but most importantly, Mistress Klaus has a gift for you! 
The link expires Sunday so grab your copy soon.
Happy Holidays!  
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Happy Reading & Merry Holidays!

Warm Wishes,

Ruby Madden