Saturday, 31 May 2014

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

“When you forget to do as you’re told, if you have a dirty mouth outside of this room or think you can make my lavDa hard for you in public, then this is what will happen.”
He circled my waist and, quick as a flash, tipped me upside down over his knees.
I gasped as the bedroom upended in my vision and I flailed my hands to the floor, searching for balance.
“Look up,” he ordered, securing my legs behind my knees with one of his powerful thighs. “I want you to see what you look like when you are being disciplined. It will make you remember to keep your behaviour in check.”
Scrabbling for purchase on his other leg, I stared into the mirror. My silken hair hung messily around my already rosy cheeks. My eyes were wide, wide with excitement and desire, humiliation and anticipation, and the naked flesh of my back and bum was pale against his dark trousers.

The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita is available from Totally Bound, Amazon, Amazon UK and all other ebook retailers.

Back Cover Information…

Writing Harita's sexy fictional adventures is my closely guarded secret, but when her antics become a reality in my bedroom, can I handle my new husband and his fondness for dominant, copy-cat role play?

No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.

The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita's wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I've waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.

Now they have — the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.

So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.

Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.

Friday, 30 May 2014


Ebook piracy is a massive problem for authors and every day we have books stolen in the form of illegal downloads. I urge readers to buy books from reputable sites so that their favourite authors can continue to entertain you and others in the future.

I write full time, it pays my bills, puts food on the table and keeps me connected to the world wide web. But if I don't get royalties, I simply can't afford this career. Please, also urge your friends to follow this rule, because if they wouldn't steal from my purse, then why steal from my pay check?

Thursday, 29 May 2014

Escape to the Country

Back Cover Information

When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.

London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they're just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.

So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.

As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.

Who would have thought he'd be into that? Who would have thought ‘that' would have her buzzing from head to toe?

Reader Advisory: This book contains Ménage scenes and both M/M and F/F intimacy.


Erotica for All

A luscious bed time read...boy is it hot!...If you want a quick, satisfying read with lots of people getting it on, then look no further.

Whipped Cream Reviews

This wonderfully written short story has all the right elements a reader comes to expect from a beautiful love story and the talented Ms. Harlem…The sheet action is super hot so don't be surprised when your computer screen melts.

Miz Love

Was it well written? Yes, very. Was it hot? Yes, very-very-very. Did it hold my attention? Yes, in a way I never thought possible...the mark of an excellent author...I can honestly say I will never, ever forget this book. Never. Do I recommend it? Good Lord, yes. Yes, yes, yes!

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

New Release from Kay Jaybee - Knowing Her Place

Knowing Her Place - Friends in Unexpected Places

Many thanks for letting me stop by to help celebrate the release of my latest novel Lily!! - It's always a pleasure to have you here, Kay and as I've just finished The Retreat I am eager to get my hot little hands on Knowing Her Place and find out what happens to Jess next!

Knowing Her Place is Miss Jess Sanders’ third story, and the final book of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy. Having survived her exercise and endurance based submissive training in Book 1 (The Perfect Submissive), and being held hostage in a warped real life fairytale adventure in Book 2 (The Retreat), Jess is about to face the most challenging of her adventures so far...


With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.

Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner David Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.

With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. 

With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs. 

To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.

In order for Jess to return home, not only must she successfully please all the people that Proctor has instructed her to meet, Jess must do so in such a way that will ensure he’ll remove the hated collar he secured around her neck before allowing the submissive to leave The Retreat. 

Of course, there are ways that Jess could rid herself of the collar- but as Proctor loves to remind her, if Jess cheats her way out of his service, then part of her will always belong to him- and that would hardly please her real employer, the indomitable Mrs Peters.

As she travels, unsure if anyone but Proctor knows where she is, Jess can’t help but wonder if Mrs Peters has given up on her, until she suddenly find herself with an unexpected alley...

...Jess found herself falling in step with the unknown man as he marched her to the front of the goods train. She didn’t risk a glance at him as, cradling her arm casually, as if they were a couple, he opened the huge sliding door of the box carriage immediately behind the cab. He hoisted Jess inside, and slammed the door behind her.

Darkness surrounded her as she fell upon the dirty floor.

She thought fast. 

This had to be part of Proctor’s plan. It was just the sort of scenario he’d arrange in an attempt to throw her. Therefore, she was not being kidnapped, but rather was being used as another favour by her temporary master. Jess hugged her bag to her chest like a security blanket as she tried to calm herself, wiping coal dust from her palms.

The bloke who’d been awaiting her clearly knew who she was. 

Having become so attuned to needing regular physical and mental provocation, Jess already accepted that her body was about to be used once again. She was shocked to discover that she felt both resignation and relief at the idea. It was as if the knowledge she was about to be used as a submissive in the way she was at Fables made her feel more settled, and temporarily soothed away her uncertainty as she faced the prospect of whatever awaited her. It was the variation from Proctor’s list of tasks she’d been given that was making her heart beat faster and the hairs at the back of her neck prickle with anxiety.

She was sure the man would return. Jess mentally ticked off the seconds as she stared at the door, expecting it to reopen. When it did, light flooded the seatless carriage. Jess caught a brief glimpse of a pile of damp cardboard boxes opposite her, a filthy floor, and a set of brown eyes peering out from under a lowered peak cap. A tall thickset man, wearing dark clothes that would have allowed him to lurk unseen in any shadows, had it not been for the neon orange safety vest he wore, which, now the door had shut behind him, drew Jess’s eyes like a moth to a flame.

‘Miss Jess Sanders?’

His voice seemed even deeper in the enclosed space, and reverberated with the hum of the train’s engine as it got ready to depart. 

Not knowing what else to say, Jess replied, ‘Yes, sir,’ before letting out a squeal of surprise. The train was moving. ‘This isn’t my train.’

Her companion laughed. ‘You assumed I would fuck you and let you out in time to catch the 5.47?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘I wonder what else you have assumed since you left The Retreat, and if any of those assumptions were correct.’

Jess said nothing as he moved closer, his footing secure even though the box carriage was shaking as the train accelerated, while her own feet skidded from side to side. 

He went on, ‘I was informed that immediate sex would be essential for your wellbeing after a day of being turned on without getting a screw.’

Unable to see the man’s face properly, Jess knew it was pointless to deny it. She always needed sex. The fact she hadn’t left Harry’s flat with any additional sexual urgings was irrelevant. Just the suggestion in the man’s voice had increased the sheen of desire beneath her knickers.

He gave a low chuckle. ‘You aren’t denying it, Miss Sanders?’

‘No, sir. I would be foolish to. You have obviously been informed about my position in life.’

‘I have.’ He guided her to the stack of cardboard boxes. ‘I have been tasked with two jobs; both of which I am more than happy to fulfil.’

Lifting Jess up, he laid her back on the boxes, pushed her unresisting legs wide, and tugged up her skirt, pulling her knickers to one side. ‘We must make use of our journey, Miss Sanders; we have little time until this train stops at Manchester to take on a new driver.’

His tongue had come to her pussy before Jess had the chance to ask what his tasks were, or even what his name was. Seconds later, she felt the familiar knotting of a building climax grip her from the toes up. Groaning quietly, Jess held onto the mildewed boxes beneath her as hard as she could, so she didn’t slide away from the skilled lips above her.

Breathing sharply in rhythm with her, the stranger pulled back. He spoke fast as he yanked down his trousers, and rolled on a condom. 

Guided only by the glow provided by his fluorescent jacket and practice, he pushed into Jess, his sounds of gratification echoed by hers.

In throaty whispers, the man spoke as he thrust. ‘Listen, Miss Sanders. This is important.’ He moved his hands from her shoulders to her chest, cupping each tit through her clothes, telling her without words how much he would have liked the time to investigate her body further. ‘I have come from Mrs Peters and Dr Ewen.’

Jess sat up despite herself. ‘What?’

He eased her back by pushing at her chest, his thick cock quivering inside her. ‘My name is Max.’ He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, his teeth clashing against hers. Feeling Jess’s pulse race faster than ever beneath him, he temporarily halted his thrusts as he spoke. ‘Proctor must not know you have caught this train. As far as he’s concerned, you caught the 5.47 as planned. When you get to the station, you must wait until that train arrives before you leave to do whatever he’s asked of you.’

‘Right.’ Jess was dying to ask why, but she kept quiet, listening carefully so she didn’t miss a word of what Max had to tell her.

‘Mrs Peters wishes you to know that she is aware of your situation, and that you are not alone. She is convinced in your ability to do whatever is thrown at you. A fact that is essential, as she wishes me to remind you that you must be successful. If you fail in the tasks Proctor has set she’ll do her best to get you released from his collar, but she cannot guarantee that Proctor won’t blacken your name enough to make it difficult for her to help you return to Fables.’

Jess felt a bubble of hope settle inside her, and a renewed determination not to fail as the dick within her began to move again. No way would she be responsible for denting the reputation of the fifth floor at Fables. Just the knowledge that Mrs Peters was on her side made her more confident. If Mrs Peters believed she could do this, then she would prove her right...


Although each of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy novels can be read on their own, you’ll get far more out of Jess’s adventure if you follow it from the beginning. You can find all the buy links on Amazon, and at all good book and e-retailers.

The Perfect Submissive

 The Retreat

Knowing Her Place

Thanks again Lily!

Happy reading,

Kay xx


Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite, 2012-14), and the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies Christmas Kink, (KDP, 2013), The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 80 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at

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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane –  

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Medical Fetish

Ever wondered what 'sounding' is? Have I got you curious now? If so go grab yourself a bargain priced copy of The Harlequin, a spin off short story from the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and enjoy a steamy m/m/m tale of fetish and kink. At the end there's also bonus chapters from the first novel in the series - The Novice - to whet you appetite.

Monday, 26 May 2014

Special Guest - Tabitha Rayne

Please welcome one of my very favourite people, Tabitha Rayne to my blog with her awesome new book Taking Flight.

All Tied Up

A huge thank you to the gorgeous Lily Harlem for letting me stop by to tell you about my new release of Taking Flight.

I've met Lily a few times now and don't tell her, but I'm completely in love! Honestly, she looks like butter wouldn't melt, but you and I know, she writes the most deliciously hot filthy things. I think she's the perfect woman :D

The wonderful thing about writing and reading erotica is that is doesn't matter that in reality, it might be a little uncomfortable being tied to rough bark with your toes squishing into jaggy floor... or you might be on edge, worrying about passers by. Or perhaps it's just too bloody cold! But when you're living it in your imagination, everything is possible. Your bindings restrain you with perfect ease, the switch is sore, but exquisitely so, you're not tired, grumpy, hungry or cold, you are simply lost in a world of fantasy where everything works, logistically, practically and emotionally.

One of Lily's recent Saturday Spankings was a scene from That Filthy Book where a husband and wife are getting up to a bit of bondage in the garden.

It is a lovely scene and I wanted to share one from my book which also includes a lady being strung up in the trees – this has also been shared on the Brit Babes blog, but I've let this one play out to the end...

Thanks for having me Lilyloo.

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Between two trees, a naked woman was tied spread-eagle. Lash marks were visible over her back and thighs. Her long hair tumbled about her shoulders as she let her head fall back. A scruffy-looking man wearing only woodcutter’s breeches stood slightly to the side of her, wielding a switch of what looked to Deborah to be red hazel. As they watched, the man sliced the switch through the air and whipped the woman soundly on the buttocks. She let out a throaty groan and Deborah went to spring forward to demand what was going on. No sooner had she twitched the first muscle than Marcus pounced on top of her, flattening her to the ground and holding her mouth closed. She breathed angrily though her nose as they continued watching the scene of torture.
“Shh,” Marcus growled into her ear. “Just watch.”
It was all she could do, pinned to the forest floor with her face aimed at the show. She was bewildered and all her instincts wanted to free the poor woman who was being so savagely beaten.
Struggling, she tried to wriggle out of Marcus’s grip, but he held her fast and whispered again, “I mean it, watch…”
She relaxed her body, knowing the battle would be lost anyway, and stared. The woman was swaying in what must have been agony on the ropes which bit into her wrists and ankles. The weight of Marcus on her back stifled Deborah’s breath. The whip lashed the woman once more. When the cry came, Deborah was shocked to feel Marcus pressing his pelvis into her behind. He was obviously enjoying the scene and his cock began to stir and harden, pressing into her flesh. Deborah didn’t know what to feel and was suddenly furious as he stared to slowly hump her bottom through their joint layers of clothing.
She was about to scream out and throw him off when she saw the tied woman look around to her captor. Her eyes were sparkling and the most dazzling smile crossed her face. He let the cane fall to his side for a moment and leaned in to kiss her, long and sensuously, while his free hand reached down between her legs and began to massage her pussy and ass. The woman responded by pressing her hips backward, exposing as much of her sex to his advances as she could while tied to a tree.
Marcus’s cock stiffened further as the man began to finger the woman slowly with two thick digits. Deborah saw that the fingers of the man and the inner thighs of the woman were slick with desire, and she started to feel the wet tingling in her own pussy.
Marcus still had his hands over her mouth and started to massage her lips with his middle finger, forcing it in between her teeth, mimicking the pussy play on show for them. Deborah began to suckle him, letting him probe her mouth and pulse in and out of it like he was fucking her there. Her nipples puckered and peaked within her clothing. As if he felt it happen, Marcus’s other hand rode up under her top, into her bra, and pulled a breast out, exposing it to the earthy forest floor. Her whole body flooded with sensation as he tweaked her nipple and fingered her mouth while humping her to the sight of the two people performing below. She opened her legs and Marcus sank into the space between, riding her ass while she ground her mound into the dirt. He released her nipple and snaked his way down to her desperate pudenda. He cupped the bony nub, letting it rest on the fleshy heel of his hand while his fingers hooked into her dampening knickers through her skirt. She humped and wriggled until her skirt hitched up over her hips. Marcus helped it along. He pulled her knickers to the side and slid his fingers in and out in time with the attentions on her mouth.
All the while they watched the man and woman. Laying down his crop, the man ducked under her arm and stood to face her. He looked at her intensely before falling to his knees in front of her, devouring her pussy in long, slurping kisses.
The woman made frantic whimpering noises again and writhed in her bindings.
Deborah couldn’t take her eyes off the scene. Her pussy soaked through her panties while Marcus still fingered her. She was so wet and so full of desire that she sucked harder and deeper on Marcus’s hand, taking more and more fingers in, trying to swallow him up. He took the hint and dragged down his jeans, letting his thick, heavy cock fall out onto her ass. She arched her hips up, giving him the best entry, and he teased her, dipping in the tiniest way, easing her open slowly despite the fact she was so wet he could have sunk in unhindered.
The woman below was now being licked and sucked as the man shoved two fingers deep into her. Deborah had the perfect view and thought she would pass out with the sheer lust of the situation. 
She wanted to be fucked harder and deeper than she ever had been—she wanted to be that woman, tied to the tree and whipped. Remembering the sting of the slap Marcus had given her the night before made her pussy burn with excitement.
The man was now pulling down his own trousers with his free hand, letting his sizable dick fall out before clutching it in his fist and pumping in time with his frantic attentions on the bound woman. She was howling with sexual abandon now, and finally, Marcus thrust himself deep inside Deborah’s yearning, wet cunt. She panted damply through her nose and wriggled as Marcus returned his hand to between her pussy lips, rubbing her bud in time with his thrusting.
Deborah had never felt so open and wanton and let her body flop as she witnessed the woman’s final squeal, watching as her pussy convulsed and her climax juices ran down the hand of the man while he came in a white arc over the springy forest floor. It was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen, and Deborah’s pussy began to spasm as the orgasm that she’d been on the brink of burst through, rippling from the pit of her abdomen out through her pussy, into her clit, all the way up through her torso, and out through her mouth in an ear-splitting shriek.
Marcus quickly rolled back, out of view from the couple who turned to see where the noise had come from. He flipped Deborah back into position and fucked her hard and fast from behind, grabbing her hair and biting into her shoulder to stop himself from shouting out too as he came deep inside her. She could feel his heart racing when he fell on top of her, and she did her best to resist the temptation to giggle. Adrenalin, sexual relief, and excitement had worked her up into a nervous state, and the thought of those two discovering their voyeurs made her almost hysterical. She couldn’t stop shaking as Marcus tried to keep her silent and still.
“Shh,” he whispered, but she could hear the tell-tale quiver of a giggle in his voice too. He slowly eased off and motioned for her to come quickly and quietly. They snapped a couple of branches and started to run without looking back to where the man was now shouting after them.

Hope that whets your naughty appetite! Here's some info about the book and me:

Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne
The prequel to
A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance
Price: $4.99
Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.
Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that's killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she's getting closer to an answer, she's a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.
Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.
It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.
When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple's ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they've unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he's convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.
Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?
Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM
Note: This book has been previously published.

Book One A Clockwork Butterfly


Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.
Her short stories are included in anthologies from Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, HarperCollins Mischief, Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Burning Books Press and House of Erotica. Her novella, Mia's Books won a Reader's Choice Award with TwoLips reviews. Taking Flight is the second book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy from Beachwalk Press.

Tabitha also has a passion for art and takes great pleasure in painting nude ladies.

Thanks Lilyloo x x

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a sexy moment from Scored, my erotic football (soccer to US folk!) novel…

The concierge was an elderly gentleman in a neat navy suit with gold trimmings, almost military style. I checked his name badge. Lewis had text me and said that I must only speak to Bohdan. Luckily this was what was engraved on the polished gold rectangle pinned to his jacket.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Nicky Thomas. You’re expecting me?”
He hesitated for the briefest of moments then nodded. “Absolutely, Miss Thomas. If you would come this way.”
He turned and I followed. We went through a doorway, around a desk littered with paperwork, then through another door, into a corridor. The walls were a dull gray, the floor green linoleum. There was nothing plush about it. I was no longer in a public part of the hotel.
“We will use the service lift to get to the Presidential Suite.”
Presidential Suite!
“Okay,” I said, tugging my holdall and wondering what on earth Bohdan must think of me. I guessed it didn’t matter, or if it did I would worry about it later. Right now all I could think of was not running into Fellows or any of the other players or physios or coaches, or anyone at all, actually. An invisibility cloak would have come in mighty handy right now.
The elevator whizzed upwards, condensing the nerves in my stomach into a tight ball. I studied the walls to distract myself. It was devoid of any of the finery the lift Lewis had kissed me in. No brass bar around the edge, no smoky-mirrored doors. Just plain dull metal and dusty corners.
When we reached level seven Bohdan spoke again. “Wait here. I will check all is clear.”
“Yes, okay.”
He pointed to a button with opposing horizontal triangles and I pressed it to keep the elevator where it was. Bohdan disappeared through a fire door opposite and I was left looking at two maid trolleys stacked high with linen and towels.
Oh God. What the hell was I doing? I was being smuggled in to Lewis Tate’s room by a bribed concierge. How had life got so crazy? I was supposed to hunt out sports stories, not become part of one myself. Which I would be if England’s winning streak came to an end and Fellows pointed the finger at me.
I jumped when Bohdan appeared again.
“It’s all clear, miss. Please, come quick.”
“Yes, of course.” Hurriedly I followed.
Instantly I was immersed in the decadent surroundings I’d come to associate with the Donbass. Thick carpets, elegant pictures in ornate frames and a fresh, flowery fragrance that lingered in the air wherever I went.
Bohdan stopped at the second door on the right and pushed it open. “There are four suites on this lower level. To get to the Presidential Suite you must go through here and up the staircase to the very top of the hotel.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Please, go quick.”
“Yes, yes of course. Thank you.”
He ushered me through and I heard the door click shut.
Before me was a wide carpeted stairway, royal blue, with a thick brass banister. Carrying my case, I turned two dog-legs before I reached a wide white door with Presidential Suite written on it in gold lettering.
Suppressing a wave of nerves, I knocked.
No answer.
Shit. What if this wasn’t his room? What if Fellows was in there? Or maybe another player or a physic. What the hell would I do then?
I shouldn’t be here.
Nibbling my little fingernail, I glanced back down the staircase. Perhaps I should just go. Leave Lewis alone and let him get on with his job. My heart sank. Just the thought of not seeing him made me feel as though the blood in my veins had turned to lead.
It was no good. I had to take the risk. There was no getting off this crazy ride I was on. Not now. I was too far gone.
Suddenly the door pulled in on itself.
Lewis stood before me, dressed in a red T-shirt and navy sweats. He wasn’t smiling. His gaze just drank me up the way a predator does its prey.
“Hi,” I managed as that lead in my veins turned to neat lust. Damn, he was so good-looking he should be illegal.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, well, just Bohdan.”
“Good.” He took my case and set it inside the room, leaning it against the wall. “Come in.”
I stepped into the suite, caught a general impression of grandeur before his arms were around me and there was a loud bang as the door slammed shut.
“Fuck, I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to have you alone,” he said hoarsely then kissed me, hard and fast, and backed me against the wall.
I grabbed his shoulders, hung on as air whooshed from my lungs.
“I need you, Nicky,” he said, grabbing my wrists and tugging them over my head. “I need you like I’ve never wanted anyone before.” He stared down at me, at my face, my chest and where his groin was shoved into my belly.
“Yes,” I gasped.
His need was evident; his cock was rigid.
“And I can’t take my time. Slow and indulgent will have to come later.”
“Yes, oh, Lewis, please.” I was helpless. Pinned to the wall and at his mercy. I adored it as much as I wanted to free my hands and grab his clothes. Rip them off and ride him like a wild thing.
He shifted and captured both of my wrists in just one of his big hands. Kissed me again, shoving at my dress and peeling down my panties as he did so. I managed to kick the knickers free, from one foot at least.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked into my mouth.
“So wet. So wet for you.”
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now, like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Back Cover Information for Scored

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after? 

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no? 

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare. 

And if you like sexy soccer/football players, check out my dedicated Pinterest board - yum!