Gratis: New Beginnings – Launch Day

Gratis: New Beginnings

Gratis: New Beginnings

Spring is in the air and I am thrilled to announce the release of the second volume of the Gratis Anthology series after the well-received Gratis: Midwinter Tales, published in December last year.

Gratis 2: Gratis Harder

Just kidding, it’s actually called Gratis: New Beginnings and features themes of rejuvenation, redemption and personal growth.

I have contributed a brand new piece, ‘countdown‘ which is a sequel of sorts to ‘White (Lights Out)‘ from the previous volume but I think it works as a stand alone piece too. Here is a brief blurb:
If you catch me, you can have me: a bewitching call that sends Dave in pursuit of a gorgeous brunette. A journey of twists, turns and raw sexuality that seems destined to end, dashed by its illicit nature. Racing against time and circumstance, does the onset of Spring promise the prospect of love?

It’s been my pleasure to work with the 9 fantastic authors featured in this book, all of whom I highly recommend. Following are descriptions of their pieces to whet the appetite. To find out more about each contributor and get your hands on their Art, click on the name:

Notes from a Blue Bike by Erzabet Bishop
True love began between the spokes of an ancient blue bicycle. They say you can never go home again…but what if home was there waiting for you all along?

Justine returns to her small home town to save money for school knowing it will never be the same without the one true love that got away. Kate is the owner of the internet sensation The Sugar Whip bakery. Vandals threaten her business, but what will shake her up most of all is coming down the road on an ancient blue bicycle.

Home is where the heart is. If you have the courage to let it in.

Rebirth by M.J. Carey
Alice has changed her life, changed her job, changed where she lives to escape her memories. On her first day at the library she meets a new man who attempts to seduce her in the most unusual way, offering yet more change to her life; a complete rebirth through a shared love of books.

The Love That’s Sleeping by KM Dylan
When her best friend Natasha arrived in Paris to throw her a bachelorette party, fashion model Katie Wolfer knew she was in for a wild ride. But little did she know what an explosive night it would become.

This story is chapter two of “First Lady,” the third novel in K M Dylan’s fictionalized erotic memoirs of a supermodel (the Cult of Beauty series), but it stands on its own.

Unbuttoning by Kay Jaybee
Unbuttoning- Rewarding herself for losing weight by buying a new dress, Laura eagerly awaits her lover’s reaction to her new look. Meanwhile, Jenny has her own plans to prove to Laura that she loves her and her sexy figure, whatever size it is.

Having secretly bought Jenny some very special presents, Laura sets out to see if her girlfriend’s stamina is as strong as ever- one button at a time….

Past Perfect by Livilla Sanders
Tanya McAvoy is forty five, lesbian and an inveterate sexual predator. Her dalliances are as casual as they are brief. A chance encounter with her first lover brings back memories of the wild passionate night that transformed her life from perfect but frustrated student to voracious hedonist.

Holding On by Hedonist Six
Five years as a sexchat operator have been more than enough for Charlotte. She can’t wait to leave it all behind: the late nights, the dirty talk and the mouthbreathers on the other end of the line.

But there’s a little hitch, a hiccup in her plan. There’s one client she would rather not quit talking to…

Robbie’s Starlets by Molly Synthia
How can a man with ready access to young, nubile, and sexually motivated girls possibly remain loyal to his wife? Connie can’t accept that her film producer husband isn’t tempted by his starlets or, at the least, disappointed with the sex life in their marriage. She’s determined to become the perfect seductress for him but how far will she have to go to satisfy him?

Arab Spring by Chloe Thurlow
In a small village on the edge of the Sahara the girl watches her boyfriend David lose $800 playing backgammon with a dark handsome Arab. David doesn’t have the money to pay and the Arab offers to play one more game, double or nothing: the debt swiped clean if he wins, the girl for the next three hours until midnight if he loses. She agrees, not knowing that three hours on a hot desert night beneath the stars can be an eternity.

by Elizabeth Woodham
Multi-layered: a Matryoshka, Chloe Merrywell leads a hedonistic lifestyle. The ache in her promiscuous heart is satisfied by lovers, male and female and by the lustful, debauched, Nicholas Kamarovsky. When Chloe meets army medic, Dan, her approach to life undergoes a transformation. She tries to embrace conventionality and takes steps to eliminate old ties. Will Chloe escape the magnetism of her long-term, older lover, or is she forever destined to be Kamarovsky’s Girl?

For more info on this scorching Erotica anthology, please check out the official Gratis Anthology site

Gratis: New Beginnings is available for FREE at these fine retailers:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romance Books

Gratis: New Beginnings

Gratis: New Beginnings

Gratis: New Beginnings

Gratis : New Beginnings is coming out on the 20th of March 2014 and like its predecessor, it will be not-for-profit meaning the e-book will be free and the paperback will be sold at cost price.

After the well-received Gratis: Midwinter Tales, published in December last year, familiar as well as new names present a hot-off-the-press collection of quality erotic literature to follow in its footsteps. Gratis: New Beginnings is a refreshing look at the as yet young year in all its glorious potential. Themes of rejuvenation, redemption and personal growth mingle with the tantalising imagery and intense emotion our existing readers are already familiar with.

Spring is a time perfect for falling in love or lust and the ten authors of Gratis: New Beginnings are keen sweep you up in their erotic fantasies. This collection contains stories by Erzabet Bishop, M.J. Carey, Km Dylan, Jason Jaxx, Kay Jaybee, Livilla Sanders, Hedonist Six, Molly Synthia, Chloe Thurlow and Elizabeth Woodham.


Notes from a Blue Bike by Erzabet Bishop
Rebirth by M.J. Carey
The Love That’s Sleeping by KM Dylan
Unbuttoning by Kay Jaybee
Countdown by Jason Jaxx
Past Perfect by Livilla Sanders
Holding On by Hedonist Six
Robbie’s Starlets by Molly Synthia
Arab Spring by Chloe Thurlow
Khloya by Elizabeth Woodham

For more information, please visit the Official Gratis Anthology site

Launch Day – Gratis:Midwinter Tales

Gratis:Midwinter Tales

Gratis:Midwinter Tales

I am thrilled to announce the release of Gratis:Midwinter Tales and feel truly honored to be included in this group of amazing authors. They are definitely my favorites and I hope will soon be yours too.

For more info on this sizzling Erotica collection, please check out the official Gratis Anthology site

Gratis is FREE and available at these fine retailers:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble (Nook)
All Romance Books
Google Play

To find out about the contributors and get your hands on more of their Art, click on the links below:

Chloe Thurlow
E.A. Chapterhouse
Elizabeth Woodham
Hedonist Six
Kay Jaybee
KM Dylan
Livilla Sanders
M.J. Carey

Gratis: Midwinter Tales – A Free Erotica Anthology


Gratis : Midwinter Tales is coming out on the 12th of December 2013, and I am honored to be included with these Mistresses and Masters of the Art of Erotica. This anthology is not-for-profit meaning the e-book will be free and the paperback will be sold at cost price. Further details, goodies and the like nearer the time but here is a tantalizing preview to whet the appetite and prepare those cockles (and whatever else) for a good warming…..

“Christmas has come early: Nine writers work together to create the must-read Free Holiday release of 2013. Every one of the twelve stories contained within Gratis : Midwinter Tales serves as a satisfying bite out of each author’s repertoire, to tempt and seduce and sweep you off your feet. Our stories comfortably straddle both erotica and romance genres and cover a variety of themes. Some are innocent, others seek to force you to your knees, but all have something in common: they’ll make you feel.
We hope you’ll find a new favourite author, or nine, within these pages.”

Gratis : Midwinter Tales:
Snow Falls Softly by Chloe Thurlow
In the Mood by E.A. Chapterhouse
Wicked Games by Elizabeth Woodham
Virgin by Hedonist Six
White (Lights Out) by Jason Jaxx
A Pair Well Met, Blinked, and The New Year Dancers by Kay Jaybee
The Future First Lady of France by KM Dylan
Irrecusable by Livilla Sanders
Glove and A Penheligon Christmas M.J. Carey

For more information, please visit the Official Gratis Anthology site

Born of Fireworks Blog Tour



I was thrilled to be asked by the awesome and talented Chasity Breeze to be part of her Blog Tour in support of The Firehouse Diaries: Entry Three: Born of Fireworks.
It will be released on July 4th, 2013 (how appropriate!) and I am very proud to be able to share an exclusive sneak preview.

Please check out Chasity’s other hot books, including the first two entries in the series  (links below) and check out my books on Amazon (and pretty much everywhere else).

I would like to thank Chasity for this opportunity. To find out more about her, please click here

Born of Fireworks: A brief description
Just out of a bad relationship, her mother dying and her father in prison, Rheagan Baumy has had enough. It’s time to let loose and have some fun. Visiting her best friend, Sera Torres, is just the answer. Sera has friends who are smoking hot firemen and Rhea intends to have a hot summer fling with one of them. But Jake Polanski quickly changes her tune. He wants more than a fling from her.

And now for a hot, exclusive excerpt. Enjoy…………


Excerpt Four

Rheagan took a deep breath and stood. “Jake, I didn’t mean…”

“What?” He interrupted bluntly. “You didn’t mean that you felt that way? Or you didn’t mean to stomp on my feelings?” He smirked. “Hey…don’t worry about it, sweetheart…it’s no skin off my nose, so don’t bother.”

Again, he threw her off guard. Why does he keep doing that? And, it’s no skin off his nose? Well! If that’s how he feels…

“Well, Jake. I guess you have me all figured out, don’t you?” She finally argued back.

He’d pissed her off this time. “After all…I’m only here for two weeks and I’ll be going back to LA. So why would I want anything more than a good fuck from you?” She chided bitterly.

“Oh! And just so you know…you weren’t bad. Not amazing…but not bad.”

What the fuck? Okay…that does it!

Jake couldn’t take it anymore. His anger had gotten the best of him and the raging hard on, impossible to hide, was telling him, if she wants an “amazing fuck” then let’s give her one.

A good hard one she won’t soon forget.

He started toward her with anger and rage in his eyes. Rheagan backed away slowly,afraid of what he intended to do. Fear and excitement filled her senses and her body responded as he gloriously lurked toward her like a wolf on the prowl. He was magnificent. The closer he got, the better she could see the tension in his muscles from the glow of the torch, still lying on the boulder illuminating the make shift room. He was pissed, but he looked surreal with his jaws clenching, his fists so tight his knuckles were white and the undeniable bulge trying to break free from the now extremely tight bike shorts. He was huge. Her heart began to race and her vaginal walls constricted, aching to have that beast pound into her again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Jake pulling her hard against his body and covering her mouth with his in a crazed frenzy. When she didn’t fight him and her lips parted, Jake growled and deepened the kiss in a passionate fury, claiming her mouth as his…or at least, for now.

Rheagan wrapped her arms around his neck and Jake’s hands began roaming her body in delicious delirium. He vigorously untied her top and tossed it to the side, sliding his mouth down to take her nipple in his mouth and suck hard, squeezing the other with harsh force, bringing a cry of pain and excitement from Rheagan’s mouth as she fisted her fingers in his hair.

But, she wasn’t pushing him away…no, she was pulling him into her.

Jake growled and licked and bit his way down her slim torso, ripping her sarong and bottoms away from what he so desperately wanted. He lifted her up onto the boulder and spread her thighs wide.

Awareness of what he was doing overtook him, but he didn’t care. He wanted this woman, and if she wanted an amazing fuck, that’s what he was going to give her. He may not ever have her again, but, by God he was going to have her now.

Rheagan laid back on the cold rock, waiting for Jake to give her what she wanted, what she craved.

Oh God, I need you, Jake. She thought as if she could send him the message with her mind. She wondered what he was thinking. He looked so furious, then started kissing her and driving her out of her mind. Her inner voice spoke to her. He is sooo not being gentle with you, Rhea. He’s taking what he wants and you know you don’t care what happens after this. Just enjoy the ride and figure things out later. She didn’t argue. She wanted him to take what he wanted, she would give it to him gladly.

Jake looked at her pussy all spread out for his taking. She wanted him, that much he was sure of by her juices flowing like honey, dripping from her sweet pussy. He wasted no time with soft foreplay. He wanted all he could get from her and he was taking it for his pleasure this time, not hers. His anger at her words and his hunger to have her were driving him, keeping him from doing the right thing and leaving her the hell alone.

Suddenly, his mouth was on her pussy, sucking all of her sweetness into his mouth, tasting her on the outside, then driving his tongue hard into her pussy, violently lapping at her core. Rheagan screamed out at his maddening assault on her aching vagina. The way he forcefully took her, eating hungrily as if he were starving and raving mad, drove her to the brink of insanity as her climax came crashing down only seconds after he attacked her sensitive folds.

Jake drove his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her to him, pulling her closer to get more depth.

“Oh Jake!” She cried, her head swinging back and forth, tossing her light hair over her face and shoulders. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me!”

Jake kept lapping and sucking until he was ready to enter her. As he stood, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to look at her. All he wanted to see was his anger and to sate his raging cock once and for all.

He stood, dropping his shorts to his ankles and squeezed his cock with one hand, stroking it three times. He didn’t give Rheagan time to prepare for his massive entrance. He drove it to the hilt with one hard swift thrust and proceeded to fuck her hard and fast, gripping her hips so tight her creamy tan skin was turning white.

Rheagan cried out in pain and shock at the brute force he was using.

“Jake!” She breathed. “Stop!”

“Why? I thought this was what you wanted. An amazing fuck!” He said through gritted teeth.

He finally looked down at her and saw the pain in her eyes.

“Please!” Tears were rolling down her cheeks. “Jake…you’re hurting me.” She could barely get the words out.

Jake’s eyes flew open wide in shock at what he’d done. “Shit! Rheagan!” He cried as he stopped and gently pulled out of her. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Rheagan pulled away from him and sat up, squeezing her thighs together as if to hide herself from him.

Holy shit, what have I done? I hurt her! I really fucking hurt her.

He tried to take her in his arms to comfort her, but she shied away from him as if he were some sort of monster who had just raped her. Oh God! What if she tries to say that I did rape her?

“Rheagan…” He reached his hand out to her, but she backed away, sliding off the rock and grabbing her clothes, hiding herself from his gaze.

“Please…don’t touch me.” She said softly, tears falling down her face. “Just…leave me alone, Jake.”


For more, please check out the other blogs taking part in the tour and be sure to get your copy on July 4th 2013.

Check out Chasity’s Blog – “Shooting the Breeze” with Chasity
There is also a competition for you to enter and win loads of prizes, including books and bling!


Red Phoenix’s Cherry Poppin’ Blog Tour

image001 I am very pleased to be part of Red Phoenix’s blog tour in support of Brie Learns the Art of Submission

I asked Red whether she felt that Erotica should challenge the reader to explore their sexual boundaries or give them what they want?

To see her reply to this and other intriguing questions,plus pick up a few more hot titles for FREE, please visit the Secret Narrative blog by clicking here.

In conjunction with the blog tour, I will be offering my book, Amber’s Opus for free on Amazon from 21 May 2013 to 23 may 2013. Get your free copy at the AMAZON US or AMAZON UK stores (or any of the others too)

First published as the popular nine-part eBook serial, Brie Learns the Art of Submission is now available as a full-length novel.

Join Brianna Bennett as she is introduced to the erotic world of submission…

Brie’s life changes the day Sir comes to her tiny tobacco shop. His invitation to the Submissive Training Center is about to rock this young woman’s world. The renowned school is famous for its elite submissive instruction. She has no idea what will be asked of her or the boundaries that will be pushed. One thing is certain: Brie is about to learn more about herself in six weeks than she has over the previous twenty-two years.

From formal classes, hands-on practicums and weekly auctions, Brie will confront her deepest fears and desires. In the process, she will also forge lifelong friendships with fellow submissives and fall for several of the Center’s skilled Doms.

As graduation day approaches things begin to unravel, forcing Brie to make an unexpected choice of Master. Which Dom will ultimately earn her devotion and capture Brie’s courageous heart?

Adult Material (18+)

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content and scenes that some readers may find objectionable.

And just to prove it, here are some Red Hot Excerpts….plus details on how to get some free hot Erotica titles by entering the Blog Tour competition

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Caught in your web, unwilling to escape

Silken cords woven over restless hands

Our limbs entwined, a most enticing shape

Held so tight in these mesmerizing bands


For this precious cargo from far-off lands

I am needed to be a thief of time

Try to stop trickling of hourglass sands

That steal moments without reason or rhyme


And you shall be my partner in this crime

Through storms and sirens, spring always arrives

Bringing birdsong, flowers and trees to climb

Long sunshine walks and moonlit deep-sea dives


Moments alone and the desire to stay

Together with you but a wish away



The bomb went off just as the acid kicked in.

We stared at each other, open-mouthed as the reverberation from the blast shook the glass in the window panes and dust sprinkled down from the ceiling in a fine cloud that shimmered in the final vestiges of sunlight slanting through the faded net curtains.

At the time, we were unaware that a device planted in a truck not far from our communal flat had just been detonated .We found out later that the damage had been extensive, 2 people had lost their lives and several more had suffered injuries. Those grisly revelations were still in the future and in our callous, shallow present, we thought we were sharing a particularly vivid hallucination, a foreshadowing of a momentous trip. I felt the pit of stomach drop away, a wave of nausea and lust sweeping through me as it always did at the onset of a psychedelic experience.

“Fuck,” Paul whispered croakily. “Did you hear that?”

“I think so,” I replied, even as the motes of plaster settled in our hair.

“Good shit.”

Wide eyed and giggling, we left the flat to catch a bus into the city, sirens klaxoning on the peripheries of our perception but other than adding to the otherworldly elements of our pharmaceutical rush, going relatively unnoticed.

We had brazenly taken a full dose each, assuring ourselves that we would be fine but by the time we arrived at the bar, we realized that we had underestimated the potency of the LSD. All but holding onto each other’s hands, we sat in bemused silence as our more conservative friends chatted and laughed. We occasionally smiled at them, drank cocktails and tried not to let on that we were tripping out of our tiny minds.

By the time we left to go to the club, everyone else was quite drunk so we were able to better disguise our altered state. Having settled onto a temporary plateau, we had adapted enough to the urgent images and devious messages our brains were sending so that we could maintain a semblance of normality devoid of the initial paranoia we had experienced. We both claimed to be incredibly intoxicated by the strong cocktails and shooters we had drunk,  realizing that, although acid tended to increase our tolerance to alcohol to unprecedented levels, pretending to be drunk would be easier than pretending not to be high.

Hours later, brain still reeling, I found myself describing to an undercover policeman how the equator was not an imaginary construct but was in fact a solid strip of tarmac that encircled the globe and that, if you were careful enough, you could journey around the entire earth on foot. Holding my arms out, I proceeded to demonstrate by walking an unsteady line onto the dance floor and losing myself in the writhe of bodies. I ended up next to Paul, his eyes wild, his grin infectious and with arms over shoulders, we shouted over the music to an ever-widening circle of colleagues and acquaintances.

My mind was a jumbled haze and I came to the shock realization that these transient friends could well be the best I would ever have. With my perceptions altered, reality appeared as a colourful shimmer easily breached and through a narcotic prism, I saw a vision of myself, years in the future, looking back at this moment and a powerful surge of nostalgia for the present gripped me. I was left standing still as people swirled around, buffeting against me and I could feel the tears streaming down. They caused my vision to kaleidoscope, leaving me beneath the strobing lights, swathed in the primal thud of guitar, drums and bass. A gilded eternity until I was roused by someone pulling on my arm to dance with them.

Even later, I woke to snowfall and a hand shaking my shoulder informing me that I couldn’t sleep there. Blearily, I got up from the sidewalk and stumbled into the station, my eyes lighting on the newspaper headlines and photographs of the destruction that had finally caught up with me.



Beguiling wisp of cloth

To tease and taunt

With knowing flaunt

Dressed just for him

Bent over pose

Rising to expose

With guttural growl

Grabs her hips

Fingers tracing over lips

Sudden thrust

Sinking deep within

Skin on fevered skin

Hands clenching in hair

Her cascading moans

Echoed in lustful groans

Hard and fast

Desire attained

Pleasure unrestrained

Climax as one

A vivid blast of light

But his dreams are of black and white



Like a kite caught in a sudden updraft

Borne on this buoyant breeze, his spirit soars

Now unburdened by any earthly craft

From far below the mighty river roars


Arms outstretched on aerial crucifix

Distant voices but his vision is blurred

Glacial nimbus has mind playing tricks

If they are voiced, the warnings go unheard


The snow-capped peaks that surround the eyrie

Are placid and still, they harbor no foes

Up to the edge, his footsteps unwary

Head raised high, silent against the echoes


Air, rock and ice his sacred trinity

He screams from the mouth of infinity