Sunday 29 December 2019

Out Now—Moonstone by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #reverseharem #rh #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

Do you love reverse harem romances? Love Christmas books? Then check out Moonstone!
Moonstone is a standalone contemporary reverse harem romance, which is part of the Jewels Café series—all of which can be read as standalones.


Christmas gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year.

Moonstone Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her parents for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London, England, Ginny isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it’s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of good—they look years younger. There’s clearly something magical about this town.
Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing quite like this.
Her taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place. And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s not just her taste buds that are tingling.
Is Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more interesting?

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Moonstone Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to incur her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the luggage reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she didn’t really have the energy for carrying a heavy suitcase all the way through Customs and out to Arrivals. The long, tiring flight had seen to that. No matter how much she tried, no matter how exhausted she was, she simply could not fall asleep on a plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody whale music—nothing helped. She’d long since resigned herself to staying awake while snores from other passengers emanated around the cabin. At least it had only been about seven and a half hours since taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New Zealand or somewhere.
Doubtful that would ever happen, though. It had taken long enough for her to get her backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents had been running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things were different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here in the first place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.
Thinking of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and inserted a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager to see her parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up over the last five years. She’d seen photos and videos, but it wasn’t the same as actually being there.
When they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the hell retires, only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the whole point of retiring is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax? But no, her mum and dad—who, to be fair, had never been what one would call conventional—had set their hearts on it. They’d had a huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house, and jetted off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft. She’d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how much she’d taken that for granted.
At the same time, her own career had taken off and she’d become so busy that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest bit of difference. She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never mind her friends and family. This was the first Christmas she’d had off work since then, too, and she was looking forward to spending it with her parents more than she could put into words. They’d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such, Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases past. They’d been useful to get her through the last five crappy ones, too, where a microwaved ready meal was the best she could hope for, if she hadn’t managed to wangle a free meal from the place she’d been working at at the time.
Her smile widened, and she walked faster still—God, just how big was this bloody airport?—desperate to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights…
And Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in sight.
Ginny was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place by her parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her here anyway, so who cared?
She scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste to turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in seconds flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of squeals and exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then everything went dark as Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy embrace, her face crushed up against what she suspected was the white fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained down on her. It was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean clothes, shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears, but she didn’t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And she didn’t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.
She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.
Eventually, her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step back and actually look at them. She took in her father’s handsome face, his steel-gray hair—or what she could see beneath the hat, at least—his wide grin, and her mother’s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the glint in her eyes and the glow of her skin.
“Guys, you look fantastic! If this is what retirement does for you, I think I might sign up now.”
Her mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug—which, given her attire, was way more amusing than it should have been. “What can I say, sweetheart? I feel fantastic. I’ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even when I was much younger.” She shrugged again. “It’s the retreat, I’m sure of it—the moment your father and I first set foot there all those years ago, I felt there was something magical about it. Silver Springs is the most wonderful little town, and we’re lucky enough to live and work in the most spectacular part of it—though it hardly feels like work.”
Ginny gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father, Charlie. “And you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do you feel?”
His face took on a beatific expression. “The same as your mother, kiddo. Exactly the same. If I’d known just how wonderful it would be, I’d have thrown in the towel and moved out here years ago. Decades, even.” He grabbed the handle of Ginny’s case in one hand, then looped the other around her neck and pulled her in to drop a kiss on her chin-length blonde hair, which he then ruffled. “I’m so thrilled you’re here, Moony. You’re going to love it in Silver Springs. Just love it! Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and the weather’s on the turn.”
Ginny bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and his messing up of her hair. She didn’t want to dampen the almost euphoric mood that seemed to float between the three of them—a combination of being pleased to see each other, and her parents’ obvious appreciation of their new home. Though five years was hardly new anymore, was it? She really should have visited before now, but the circumstances had been impossible. Now they weren’t, and she was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and it was going to be magical.
And, at some point, she’d enlighten her parents about the fact she had nothing in particular to rush home for, either. But that could wait. No need to burst the happy, everything-is-perfect bubble just yet. She’d let them all enjoy their first Christmas together in years before thinking about that.
They made their way out of the airport building. The cold air slapped Ginny in the face, momentarily taking her breath. Her slight gasp drew her mother’s keen eye. “I hope you listened to me, sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with you. It’s even colder up in Silver Springs, you know.”
“The car’s not far,” her dad piped up. “I’ll get the heating on as soon as we’re inside, and we’ll soon have you snug as a bug in a rug.” He tipped her a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She hadn’t realized until now just how much she’d missed her wacky yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional, but they’d given her a wonderful childhood. When she’d reached adulthood, they’d remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They’d let her forge her own path, make her own mistakes, and had been there to help pick up the pieces without uttering so much as a “I told you so.”
They’d definitely earned this idyllic new life they’d carved out for themselves, and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself, if only for a little while. Though she wasn’t sure how much fun there was to be had in the back end of beyond. It was hardly going to be lively. Perhaps it was a good thing she was only here for an extended holiday.

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: 

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Tuesday 24 December 2019

A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR YOU! #free #ebook #reverseharem

Happy Christmas everyone, wishing you all love and peace and lots of sexy, romantic reading. Please accept this copy of CASTAWAYS - book #1 THE CHALLENGE - as my festive gift to you.Enjoy Olivia and her men!

Monday 23 December 2019

HEAT OF THE DAY - NEW COVER AND NEW TO KU #erotic #romance #kindleunlimited #menageatrois

Hot new cover for this Reader's Choice Award Winner and it's finally available on Kindle Unlimited. Threesome anyone?


When three become two with no explanation, emotions run high, passions flare and hearts are ripped apart. 

Everyone can remember a perfect summer—one with endless blue skies, a heart brimming with true love and nights full of hot, sweaty lust. Well, we’ve just had a summer like that, Piper and I, and it was spent in Spain with a man who had that certain je ne sais quoi that we couldn’t resist. 

Seraphim came into our lives and blinded us with his beauty, his charisma and his exotic charm. His generosity with his mind, his affection and his body blew us away and the three of us became a joyously tangled trio who needed nothing more than to be together. 

So when he left, when we had no way of tracing him, the despair was black, the pain raw and our only comfort was each other. But why did Sera leave? What would make a man walk away from his lovers? And if he showed up again on the doorstep, what the hell would happen after so much angst? One thing’s for sure, it would be an explosive reunion in many ways. Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it can make the rest of the body highly volatile as need wars with hurt, and pain collides with desire. 

Saturday 21 December 2019

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #romance

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a snippet from CONFESSIONS OF A NAUGHTY NIGHT NURSE which is on offer at 99c/99p from a whole bunch of retailers!

When scalpels are set down, the ward lights turned off and the patients asleep, there is always time for Mischief …

I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. But it’s so often the quieter night time where the real high jinx abound.

With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cosy linen cupboards. Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t?

But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job, satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me.

A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.

I would never have put the two of them together, him being at least a decade older than her and known for being a workaholic and a lothario. She’d always seemed career-focused and sensible. Just went to show, opposites attract. And this doctor- nurse game? Hadn’t they had enough of the real thing all damn day?
‘Yes or no?’ he said again, tugging her close.
‘Oh, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, sir.’
‘Maybe if you take what you deserve well I’ll be able to see a way to forgive you, but I won’t forget. That kind of incompetence cannot be simply forgotten, you know.’
‘Yes, of course, oh – Doctor –’
He spun her, quickly, roughly, and tipped her over the surgical table. With one deft flick of his wrist her knickers were half-mast and the globes of her arse bared.
‘You know what bad nurses get, don’t you?’ Hartley said, pressing between her shoulder blades with one hand and using the other to rub her quivering buttocks.
‘Yes, sir. I do, sir.’
‘Say it.’
‘A . . . a spanking, sir.’
‘A spanking, sir.’
‘Yes, a good spanking. Ten strikes at least.’
‘Ten, oh no, not ten.’
‘Yes, ten. Perhaps that way you’ll know not to displease me again.’
He whacked her exposed buttocks hard, with genuine male muscle behind it.
The stinging sound of flesh connecting with flesh rang around the theatre as did her yelp.
‘Keep still,’ he ordered, flattening her when she tried to rise. ‘Keep still and take it.’
‘Oh, please.’
‘And start counting.’ He brought down another blow, to the opposite cheek this time.
Emily squealed again. Her body jerked. I felt my own bum tingle. It had been years since I’d played any spanking games.
‘Two,’ she said through a pant.
‘No, that’s one, the first was a practice.’
‘Oh . . .’ she groaned, twisting her head on the cold steel table and gripping the edge. She’d screwed her eyes up tight and rolled her lips in on themselves. Hartley hit again, then again, his white coat flapping as he slapped and his erection jolting up against his abdomen then springing back down to a horizontal position. The look on his face was one of pure dominance; a steely set jaw, wide
excited eyes and a mouth drawn into a tight, firm line.
Emily counted between yelps. ‘Two. Three. Four.’ She tried to stand again; her punishment clearly pained her, even in the dull light I could see colour rising on her buttocks.
‘Keep still or you’ll get twenty strikes,’ Hartley said severely. But despite his tone he rubbed his palm soothingly over her arse, as if pacifying the blanching skin.
She moaned and widened her legs.
‘Are you taking your punishment well?’ he asked.
‘Yes, sir, oh, yes.’
‘Let me see.’ He stroked down her cleft and inserted two, maybe three, fingers
between her legs.
‘Ah . . .’ she gasped, her spine stiffening.
I clenched my thigh muscles. There was no denying the fact that I was getting turned-on watching their little show. There was a heat building in my pelvis and my clit was swelling, buzzing with a rush of blood.
I glanced at Carl. He was staring through the window, wide-eyed, lips parted. I wished I could see if he had a hard on. I’d bet my last pound that he did. What guy wouldn’t get stiff seeing a hot nurse spanked and fingered?

Friday 13 December 2019

My Husband's New Secret Desires Will Take Us Both To New Heights #menage #gay #voyeur #kindleunlimited

For a few days only you can grab a copy of my popular menage a trois novel, THE SILK TIE (MMF),  for the bargain price of 99c/99p (Usually 3.99)


Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I'm intrigued by our new game.

But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe's dreams. It's not until I meet Brent--gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone--that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe's needs and exactly what I have to do.

But I'm not afraid. In a whirlwind of romance, fear and desire we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our lives? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?


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Tuesday 10 December 2019

CANDY CANES AND COAL DUST - New to #KU #reverseharem #whychoose

CANDY CANES AND COAL DUST has had a make over and is now available on Kindle Unlimited for the first time ever so don't hesitate to get all 'reverse harem loved up' this festive season. What's more, at the end you'll find a FREE novel to keep you reading late into the night.

Bridget's always been a good girl hoping for the perfect Christmas present, but it's not until her dirty desires are exposed in a very public dream that she gets the ultimate dirty treat to rock her festive season.

A Finnish skiing holiday is the perfect winter wonderland for Bridget to escape her ex at Christmas time—beautifully decked trees, roaring log fires and plenty of mulled wine. What she doesn't count on, however, is a very erotic, very dirty dream on the plane from London to Levi—three perfect lovers all indulging her every whim and desire, how could she not moan and groan and beg for more?

But every dream must end, and as Bridget wakes, with toe curling embarrassment, she realises every passenger on the plane has heard her frantic orgasm…including the gorgeous Irish guy sitting to her left!

Saturday 7 December 2019

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #viking #historicalromance #spanking

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from the VIKING'S CAPTIVE to heat up your day!

Halvor surveyed the rouged buttocks over his lap. He couldn’t deny they were lacking in meaty flesh, but still, they were perfectly round and they had been of the most delicate white he’d ever borne witness too.
But not anymore. Now they were as red as crab apples. Each time he’d delivered a swat another depth of color had arrived. And now... now she glowed a stunning scarlet.
And he had to say she was taking it well. But then again, from the moment he’d decided to grab her, take her as his captive, he’d known she was different. She had fight in her, a will to live, and a stubborn streak that would be hard to break.
He brought the sole of his leather shoe down once more on her offered buttock, layering the shoe-shaped redness his swat would create over the previous ones. Anticipating the jolt of her body, as he continued to deliver the discipline, he tightened his hold. He was nearly done. Each quivering buttock was almost on an equal number of slaps and of a matching delightful shade...
He paused for a moment and explored his handiwork, enjoying the heat that radiated onto his palm. Her skin had appeared virginal, now it was his, burning with his mark.
She moaned, kicked her legs a little, and clasped his calf. Her small hand was nothing more than a kitten’s paw. But her slight frame, her tiny hands and feet, delicate features, just added fuel to the protective streak in him.
How can I protect her if she won’t obey me?
He had to set down rules if he was to keep her safe. This first spanking would start growing her trust and dare he say it... respect.
He gripped the shoe, slapped it down again. This was the last one, and he didn’t hold back, gave her a good hard whack.
“Ouch! Please, no more. I beg you, Master.”
Part of him was sorry it had ended, but equally he was glad it had.
Will her pain ever become mine? Will she ever truly become a part of my soul and my destiny?
He shook his head to rid his mind of such a ridiculous thought. She was a slave. The lowest of the low. A thrall. He needed to remember his place as master, and not allow her to affect him... much.
He tossed his shoe to one side, gripped her waist, and pulled her upward so she was half sitting on his lap, her tender ass not in contact with anything.
Her face was flushed, her cheeks wet, and her eyes were misty. She was breathing hard.
He stared at her chest rising and falling. Her pert breasts were pushing at her clothing then retreating over and over. A sudden urge struck him to see her chest, to explore her shape, witness the color of her flesh... her nipples.
Reaching for the base of her dress, which was rucked around her waist, he tugged it upward.
“No!” She tried to fight him, but her efforts were of little hindrance to him.
Quickly he had her dress off and discarded on the floor. He’d have to organize new garments for her; what she had was in a sorry state.
“What are you doing?” She clasped her hands over her small breasts, hiding them from his view.
Her breaths had sped up further, adding to his pleasure at having a near naked woman on his lap. She was flushed, a little damp with sweat, and despite her naivety he could sense the spark in her, the passion that lurked beneath the surface.
“You are mine,” he said, gripping her wrists, “and as such I wish to inspect my property.”

Sunday 1 December 2019


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Saturday 30 November 2019

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #BDSM #spanking #romance #kindleunlimited #KU

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from TAKING CHARGE which is new to Kindle Unlimited.


Despite her success in the world of politics, Sheena Nichols has grown tired of spending her nights alone, and when her need for a man to take charge in the bedroom becomes too intense to ignore she seeks out a professional. But she gets much more than she bargained for...

While mastering Sheena properly is a challenge Julian Roath is more than happy to accept, he has no need for her money. When he claims her, it is purely for the pleasure of seeing her blush as she's made to kneel naked at his feet, hearing her beg as her bare bottom is soundly spanked, and feeling her writhe in ecstasy as he enjoys her body in any way he pleases.

Before she knows it, Sheena finds the strict control she's always maintained over her life slipping away as Julian shows her what it means to be thoroughly dominated. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself completely to a man who will not hesitate to take what he wants?


“You stepped out of line,” he said. “When we woke up. You hadn’t had permission to touch my cock.” For emphasis he put his hand down his sweats and adjusted his erection.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know that rule.” She was staring at the domed head of the wand.
“You won’t forget it now.”
“What’s that, Sir?” she asked. “That you’re holding.”
“Something you’ll rather enjoy. To start with at least.” He stood at her side and flicked it on. The low hum told him it was vibrating. He touched it to each of her nipples in turn.
“Oh!” she said, her eyes widening. “That’s...”
“Spread your legs.” He ran the smooth end of the wand around her breasts in a figure eight then trailed it down the front clasps of the corset. When he reached her mound he paused and pressed his free hand into the small of her back. She’d likely writhe soon and he’d need to keep her still.
He dropped the wand lower, to the area just above her clit.
Sure enough, as he pressed it over the upper section of her pussy her breaths quickened. “You may come,” he said. “Whenever you need to.”
“Sir?” She sounded surprised.
“Come, when you want, as often as you want.” He pressed harder, knowing how wicked the wand was and how quickly it could bring about an orgasm.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, tipping her head and her hair dropping a little toward her shoulders. “That’s... so...”
“Yes, it’s powerful.” He kept the wand firmly in place, then ran his hand down the column of her spine and delivered a firm spank. “Ow!” She bucked forward onto the wand, then tried to jerk backward. But he kept her in place with his palm pressed in the hollow of her back. She had no escape from the wand.
“I’m going to...” she gasped. “Oh... oh...”
“Yes. Come.” He released her, momentarily, and brought his hand down on her opposite cheek.
She came as he spanked her again. Bucking and shaking, pressing back to escape the insistent wand and springing forward to escape his hand.
But he didn’t move either. He kept the wand right where it was, knowing it would still be stimulating her pulsing clitoris, and in between steadying her, he rained hard spanks down onto her ass.
“Oh, fuck... oh...” she groaned, twisting her head this way and that.
“Come again,” he said, inspecting the delicious rosy apple shade her ass was turning. “We’ve only just begun.”

Thursday 28 November 2019

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Saturday 23 November 2019

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #kinky #erotic #gingerfigging #kindle #ku

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a Victorian kink to go with your spanking!
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Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined. 

Cassandra lives by a set of rules that both thrill and complete her. Having Master Raif attend her every need in and out of the bedroom is perfection. She trusts him absolutely, and he wields his power over her with a great sense of responsibility. 

But when he announces a new way to spice up their after-dinner party she can’t help having a few nerves. Really? That? There? And would it feel good? 

There is only one thing for it, and that’s to smile through the evening and let the anticipation build. When it finally happens and she gets what’s coming to her, Cassandra knows she’ll never look at spice the same way again. The heat is intense, the burn scorching, and her Master takes her to new highs that make her sizzle with satisfaction. 


“Take the ginger out of the bag, Cass,” he said, turning off the heat under the onions.
Cassandra pulled it out and examined the gnarly root. It was nearly as big as her hand with protruding nodules—one longer than her finger and twice as wide.
“I took great care choosing it,” Sir said. “There were lots in the box but I wanted that one.” 
“Oh…” She held it up, wondering what was special about it.
“Yes. It’s going to be just right.”
“But we don’t have a course that needs ginger in it, Sir.” She was confused—prawn cocktail, steak and New York cheesecake weren’t ginger-requiring dishes.
“I have something that requires ginger in it,” he said, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and narrowing his eyes.
His tongue had left a faint sheen and Cassandra wished she could lick it off. But she couldn’t, their guests would arrive in twenty minutes. If she got him more riled up, in the mood, that wouldn’t be nearly enough time for fun. Not to mention she needed to get dressed very soon. 
“What is that, Sir? That requires ginger in it?”
“Guess.” He took a small knife from the drawer and began to peel the fibrous root.
The spicy scent drifted toward Cassandra, making her think of Christmas and mulled wine and dunking biscuits in tea after long walks through the woods.
“I don’t know if I can guess, Sir.”
He set the now peeled root on the chopping board. He began to carve and sculpt, shaping the ginger and removing all but the longest protrusion. “Well?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I really don’t know.”
“What does it remind you of?”
“A… A carrot?”
“Yes, I suppose it does. But I didn’t mean another vegetable. I meant what does it remind you of that I have in my special cupboard.”
Special cupboard? That was where he kept floggers and whips, bondage straps, ball gags, vibrators, wands, lubes, handcuffs, butt plugs… Butt plugs.
She swallowed—her throat suddenly tight. Yes, that’s what it reminded her of—a butt plug. He’d carved it to the same conical, tapered shape. It even had a ridge at the bottom that would, if inserted there, stop it going too deep. 
“Good girl,” he said, tipping his head and smiling. “You’ve got it, haven’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes, it’s a butt plug, isn’t it, Sir?” 

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Thursday 21 November 2019

OUT NOW - SPICING IT UP #kinky #erotic #bdsm #romance #99c #ku

Curious about the Victorian kink of ginger-figging? Of course you are. Grab your copy of SPICING IT UP  for just 99c and find out all the sexy details. Also available on KU.

Friday 15 November 2019

Ginger-Figging Anyone? #kinky #victorian #erotic #romance #99c

Curious about the Victorian kink of ginger-figging? Of course you are. Pre-order your copy of SPICING IT UP now for just 99c!

Tuesday 5 November 2019

STEINN - Now Available #vikings #historical #romance #99c #KU

STEINN, my story from the VIKINGS boxed set - no longer available -  is now a single title with a bonus epilogue. Get your copy today and find out what happens when Steinn meets Gladys!

Married to a barbaric beast! Gladys cannot believe her bad fortune. A rough and raw Norseman has taken to her home and her bed as if it’s his right. But never fear, she has plans to do away with him, to rid him from her life…for good.

Steinn is thankful to the gods for his good luck. His new bride Gladys is a sexy little wild cat with curves and and an ass to die for. Admittedly she needs a little training, and a fair bit of discipline, but he’ll take her in hand if it’s the last thing he does. 


Trigger Warning - Vikings were not known for their political correctness or involvement in the women’s rights movement. This story stays true to that and the Viking hero takes what he wants when he wants from his new bride - including sex. All is well, and many orgasms are enjoyed, there’s deep love too, but if sexual scenes of said nature upset you, then please take care of yourself when reading the story of Gladys and Steinn.

Saturday 2 November 2019


Exciting news!

Love hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?
The steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the 'Vikings' boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues... so you can find out 'what happens next' for all nine couples.
If you're yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you've a real treat in store.

And.... you can download the first volume totally FREE

For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited. 

Find the whole series on Amazon US
and on Amazon UK.

A horde of battle-hardened warriors. 
A village at the mercy of its enemies. 
A harrowing bargain struck for nine reluctant brides
Life is perilous and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Happy Reading... your Viking warrior book boyfriends await