Box Set Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the Box Set Giveaway Hop, I'm so glad you're here. Today I'm going to be giving away a copy of the Spice Rack Box Set to one lucky winner.

The Spice Rack Box Set contains three stories, two novels and a novella. I've written the novella and it's called Joy Ride which can also be purchased individually.

You can find out more about all the delights of The Spice Rack on my website!

I'd also like to tell you about another Box Set I feature in called Submit and Obey which will appeal to all you little BDSM kinksters.

Just look who I'm snuggled up in these sexy pages with - Sierra Cartwright, Justine Elyot, Ashe Barker, Natalie Dae and Marie Haynes - oh, yes, it's hot.
That Filthy Book is my novel in To Submit and Obey and is a book I co-wrote with Natalie Dae - you can find out more about our co-author work on the Harlem Dae website. That Filthy Book is available from all good ebook retailers and has been hailed by reviewers as a 'Book every woman should read'!

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Blurb…

Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it's reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.

In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.

Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.

Here's an excerpt from That Filthy Book… 18+

I sighed and flopped onto our bed, staring out of the window at the onset of night. Funny, but I noticed how much the layout of our room resembled the one at the hotel, only our furniture was real wood and the walls were bright with sunny yellow paint and gold- coloured bedding. The cream curtains fluttered in the slight breeze, sifting through the open crack, cooling the room to a pleasant temperature. I needed it—I’d been getting far too hot lately. And I also needed Jacob to call. I wanted to hear his voice, and I was just about ready to fully confess my latest fantasy. With me here all alone, we could talk without interruption. I hated being away from him like this, and who knew, a bit of phone sex might bring us closer, despite the miles separating us. I idled away the time conjuring images of Jacob holding me close, my back to his chest, his cock nudging my arse cleft. I imagined how his rigid tip would butt my puckered hole, trying to gain entrance, his hands spanning my hips as he held me steady. “Bend over, bitch,” he’d say. And I’d obey, perhaps clutching the windowsill, perhaps the footrest, or maybe even the headboard as we both knelt on the bed. The locations weren’t my main focus, though. The entry was. My cunt clenched and juices seeped, my clit starting that delicious throb that told me I’d need to masturbate to relieve it. Jacob had to call soon or I’d begin without him. Again the image of his cock in my arse appeared, and I reached over to my bedside cabinet, feeling guilty at knowing what I was about to do. I was going to explore by myself before telling him what I wanted. Finding the small blue butt plug I’d bought over the internet and the lube that had gained me a puzzled look from the supermarket cashier as she’d swiped it over the barcode reader, I began the task of preparing my arse for invasion. Squeezing a glob of lube onto my finger, I lay back and opened my legs wide, bringing my knees up and my heels close to my body. The position was so rude, so exposed; lying there on our bed with the curtains fluttering in the breeze. Thank goodness neighbours couldn’t see in. I reached down, fingertips brushing my clit before seeking out my arsehole. I found it, and tested its resistance as I pushed against it. The tip of my finger popped through, and the tight clench of the rim around it hadn’t been something I was expecting. With a gentle movement, I eased my finger in further, experiencing the sensation of needing to go to the toilet. This hadn’t been something I’d anticipated either, and I kept still for a moment, wondering if I really needed to go or whether it was just my body’s initial reaction. It seemed the latter was the case and as the feeling subsided I was able to insert a little more of my finger. The entry passage was rigid, unyielding, and I wondered how the hell Jacob’s cock would fit inside. Already my rim was burning; the slight stretch a tad painful. What had I been thinking, wanting this? The lure of that burn, that pain turning into pleasure, spurred me on, though. If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t ask Jacob if he wanted to try it. I removed my finger, although it still felt as if it was in there, and lubed the butt plug. This was bigger than my finger, wider and longer too, with a pointed end that should glide in easily. It did, but not without the burn, and the lube exacerbated it, made it feel like my arsehole was on fire. An inch-wide toy did that? Jacob’s cock was far broader. I was in a whole heap of a completely different type of trouble with this fantasy. Gritting my teeth in anticipation of pain, I eased the plug up and down. A strange sensation of my arse being filled and the plug rubbing against the wall separating it from my cunt took my thoughts on a different journey. How would it feel to have my arse and pussy filled? Using the fingers of my free hand, I inserted them into my other hole, pushing in and out in time with the butt plug. I pressed against the wall, feeling the rigidity of the plug, the sponginess of my arousal. And then the phone rang. I took my fingers from my pussy and jabbed the speakerphone button. “Hello?” “Hi, love, how are you?” “Fine,” I managed, my throat tight. “And the girls?” I struggled to keep lust from my voice as I sent my hands back down between my spread-eagled legs. “Er, yep, good. I spoke to them earlier.” “I’m sorry I’m ringing so late, it’s been a heck of an intense day. I’ve only just got back to my hotel room.” “That’s okay, I...” My voice trailed off as I subjected the plug to another prod and it popped completely in for the first time. I blew out a long, slow breath, willing for control of my body as wicked sensations ruled. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m...I’m just lying on the bed.” I squirmed, the fullness overwhelming and my anus taut and hot. It didn’t matter where I wriggled, though, the feeling followed. “Are you thinking of me?” “God, yes, yes, Jacob. I wish you were here. I wish you were here being the man you were in the alley. It was so hot, so shocking.” My words were fast and tripped over themselves. He hesitated for a second, then lowered his voice. “I can be him again if you want?” “Now?” “Yes, now, if that’s what you want.” A fevered flush of anticipation travelled over my skin, and my pelvis contracted around the invasion in my arse. I wanted Jacob to be that primitive, carnal man who took what he wanted. The thought of him speaking like that while I was so aroused and rudely penetrated was divine. There was a moment of suspended, silent anticipation. I could hear him breathing. “Are you touching yourself, you filthy little whore?” Jacob’s raw, rusty rapist’s voice shimmered through me, bringing a tide of emotions with it. My breath hitched and I shut my eyes. “Yes.” “Naked?” “Yes.” “Are you wet for the evil, depraved man you shouldn’t want but do?” “Very .” “You really are a slut, aren’t you, always asking for it.” “I’m asking, I’m asking for all of it. I want the man who grabbed me in the alley and fucked me against the wall until I could barely remember my own name. I want that man to take me again, hard and fast and without a thought for me, just himself.” His breath hitched, and the sound of it brought a spear of pleasure to my cunt. I drove two fingers back into my wet heat. “Tell me exactly what you’ve been doing to your slutty little body while you’ve been thinking of that sick fuck.” Did I want to do that? Be totally honest about what I’d been doing? I couldn’t make up my mind, and my mouth engaged before I could stop it. “I have a butt plug in my arse.” “Fuck. Christ, Karen.” I gave a strained smile at catching him off guard. Of shaking him out of character. He hadn’t expected a response like that. We hadn’t had phone sex in years. “What does it feel like? Tell me...whore.” The last word was a tag-on, broken in half, and came out croaky. I could imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, fists balled as the image of me bombarded his mind. His added responsibility of staying in role, drooping his neck and causing him to gnaw on the inside of his cheek the way he did when concentrating. “It stings, but I like it.” “More. Tell me more.” “I have my fingers in my pussy, too. I’m imagining a vibrator in there and your cock in my arse. You fucking me until I scream.” There, I’d said it. “Oh, God.” His tone was throttled with lust. “Close your eyes, Jacob. I want you to imagine it. Picture me finger-fucking my cunt and moving the butt plug in and out. It...ah...it’s fucking nice. I wish you were here. I wish you were here so badly, doing all of this to me and being that horrible, crazy man.” “Believe me, so do I.” I heard him swallow tightly. “But tell me more, Karen. I want to hear your voice. Talk dirty to me again, like we did in the hotel room, when I had you against the window. I loved the way you spoke, the words that fell from your mouth.” “Why, what was so special about it?” “It was so honest. Raw and bare-boned. I need it again. I need that part of you again like I need my next breath.” His desperation, his need, seemed to reach through the phone line and cocoon me. I wanted to give him relief and I wanted to give him that part of me. It sounded like he needed both pretty badly. “Take your cock out of your pants. Grip it—hard—and hand-fuck yourself. Jerk fast, so your thumb rubs the ridge of the head, and when you move your hand back down, I want you to feel the softness of your bollocks on the side of your hand. Do it, Jacob. Do it now while I fuck both my holes. And speak to me like I’m just a body held captive for your perverse pleasure. Like I was in the alley.” “Ah, fuck! You filthy, dirty little bitch. If I had you again in that alley, I’d—” “You’d what? Sink your dick inside me? Which hole? Which one do you really want?” “I want both. I love your wet pussy, but I want to try your tight arsehole. Yeah, push inside until I can’t push anymore, then pump until the pain goes away and you feel nothing but pure pleasure.” He wants the same as me, then.

I hope you enjoyed sneaking into Karen and Jacob's world for a few minutes, they're on a voyage of sexual discovery yet because it's all wrapped up in so much love and respect they can let themselves be truly honest about their needs knowing they're safe and will be satisfied!
Leave a comment telling me your favourite fantasy to read and I'll pick a winner at random at the end of the hop to win a copy of the Spice Rack Box Set, meanwhile, if you want to get started on That Filthy Book here are the buy links, and be sure to read the awesome 5* reviews on Amazon…
Totally Bound, Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Kobo, Barnes and Noble.
Happy Hopping!