Saturday, 2 August 2014

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #Free




Hello Spankers - here's 8 from The Novice which is currently FREE on Amazon and has more spankings than you can shake a stick at! Plus it's #1 in the Amazon BDSM chart - chink-chink!



“Sometimes I frig myself off just thinking about The Harlequin’s tits. They’re so big and soft, the nipples so sensitive.” As I’d spoken I stroked his back, tapping my fingers down his spine. “Can you imagine what it would be like to put your dick between them, Victor? Use those big, warm pillows to wank with? Perhaps you’d like to watch me masturbating at the same time. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Mistress.” No hesitation.
“And then when you came, it would hit the mask, wouldn’t it? Your cum would fly into those pretty white feathers she's wearing, making them sticky and matted. How would that make you feel?”
He didn’t answer. I slapped his arse, hard, each cheek.
He jolted forwards.
My palm tingled.
“This is what’s going to happen,” I said sternly. “While you watch the show, you’re going to imagine yourself screwing The Harlequin. Not boring old missionary, something kinky, anal perhaps, if that’s your secret thing. And I’m going to make your arse a wonderful bright red.”
“You’re, you’re going to spank me…Mistress?”
“Yes, because quite honestly, Victor, you deserve it. After standing me up last night, not using the plug when I told you to, and then all that skiving and sending dirty emails when you should have been working, you really do need to take your punishment.” I leaned closer so my lips caressed his earlobe. “You’ve been bad. Really bad, and for that you must take the consequences, but…I’m pretty damn sure it will get you off.”



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Sexy as Hell

Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. 

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar. 

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins. 

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs… 

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge. 


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Praise for Sexy as Hell 

Long and Short Reviews - 5* - "An amazing trilogy, I’d recommend this series to anyone wanting a deeply complex, incredibly intense read. These authors write everything with style, care and such talent I’m pleased to have these additions on my shelves and know I’ll read them again in the future. Not a comfortable book (or series), this nevertheless balances perfectly between too much and not quite enough. I can’t imagine anyone reading it and not wanting more, so amazing is the mix of characters, plot, kink and emotion. A marvelous read that took me to dizzying highs and terrifying lows and a series I can strongly recommend to everyone willing to step on board for the ride of a lifetime. "

EFA -" If you’re looking for a bit of light slap-and-tickle, this isn’t it…If you’re looking for some superbly well-written and dark BDSM erotica, you should check out Sexy as Hell. You won’t forget it in a hurry. "

Reader reviews 

" I absolutely loved this book, it was by far better than the 50 Shades of Grey." 

" I cannot express just how much this story touched me. I've read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know." 

"This writing duo both got me vested in the characters and made me think. They made me curious, and made me question. What they made me question is for me, just as it will be for other readers, it will be personal to them. I cannot wait to find out where Victor and Zara end up. I also want to read more from these authors! Enjoy this trek thru the psyche of not one but two main characters in this trilogy!" 

"The best erotic trilogy I have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hotness but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions. All I can say is read and enjoy!" 



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Friday, 1 August 2014

Anne Marie Hartnett - Special Guest

Please give a warm welcome to A. M. Hartnett who is on my blog today. I've pinned her down with some questions…


1. Tell me about your latest release.

Uncover Me came out on June 26 from Mischief Books. It’s the story of Carrie Thorn, who has disappeared inside of herself following a hurtful breakup. Her only real thrill is her blog, Dirty Pictures, where she posts naughty photos of herself and her toys. She’s pretty careful about keeping her real self and the saucy persona of Maggie separate, but one of her readers spots a landmark in the background of one of her photos and realizes she’s mere miles from his grasp. Brendan makes contact and sends his own dirty picture to tempt her into a meeting.

And just yesterday I kicked off the release of my Carried Away series with The Deep End. Grace Neely has been working long hours at the Taureau-Werner building in Toronto for years, and that’s also where she finds her playmates. She finds out one night that she’s being watched by Jacques Taureau, the reclusive owner of the company, and is immediately swept up into an affair conducted through headsets and hidden cameras. She quickly grows frustrated with this unorthodox affair with a man whose face she has never completely seen, and so to keep her, Taureau must invite her into his secretive sanctuary.


2. We both have short stories in Quick and Dirty Erotica and Coming Together As One. How do you find writing shorter pieces to novels? Any preference?

Shorts can be a bit of a challenge – in particular, quickies like in Quick and Dirty Erotica. You have to make the characters real and believable while at the same time condensing the action to what really amounts to a snapshot in time. From a technical standpoint, you’ve got a beginning/middle/end, but for me at least there’s usually so much more to the story. By the time I finish a short, I usually want to know more about the characters and sometimes even flesh out their backstories for potential longer pieces.

That’s what happened with my July 31 release, The Deep End. For years I tried to make this work as more than just a series of naughty scenes strung together before finally giving up and making the story of Jacques and Grace a short. I was fairly determined to have them out of my hair, but when readers started to echo my internal thoughts “OK, so what next? Who are these people?’ So I went off to explore who Jacques and Grace were once you got past their voyeuristic introduction.

3. Where do you get your inspiration? Any funny moments inspired you to build a whole plot and characters?

This is hard question. Usually by the time I’ve finished with a story I’ve completely forgotten where it started. Uncover Me was inspired by the sex blog community on Tumblr. The Deep End’s origins are so far into the past I can’t even remember where it began, but definitely my love of old Gothic romances can be seen here in a story about a mysterious man living alone in a big old house.

Sometimes when I’m stalled, though, I go for the visual prompt: I’ll grab a picture from the net and write a story around it. In Uncover Me, I took Carrie and Brendan’s first encounter from a picture I had plucked off of Tumblr: it was a woman kneeling on the bed, skirt pushed up and panties around her thighs. I just told myself to put Carrie in that position and write about how she got that way.

4. How do you celebrate on release day?

There’s usually food and/or drink involved. Release day is the one day I refuse to justify buying those red velvet cupcakes that always call to me when I’m in the grocery store or that craft beer I love. Release day is my guilt-free day, and I’ll exploit it every time.

5. What’s on the horizon?

I’ve got the second and third parts of Carried Away coming out before the end of the year.

Holding My Breath puts professional Casanova, Quinn, in the path of front-desk manager Molly. She needs him to conduct his business other than the St. James as the hotel moves towards a more family-friendly atmosphere. He wants until New Years Eve – his retirement date – and he’s willing to offer his services to her for free if she lets him stick around. Their affair becomes more than just sexual, and Molly is startled to find herself careening towards a happily ever after with the most unlikely of men.

Breaking Through brings back Simon Reeve, a character who first appears in The Deep End and crashes Quinn and Molly’s tale in Holding My Breath. Breaking Through is his story and the happily ever after he demanded throughout the entire series.

Excerpt – Uncover Me 

Waiting for Brendan to finish cleaning off was hell. She was at her computer and in the middle of checking her email when he strode into the living room, looking delicious with one of her towels barely holding on to those narrow hips.

‘Did you post something while I was in the shower?’

‘Nothing as exciting as that.’

He dragged a dining chair next to hers and parked himself in it. Carrie experienced a little thrill as she caught a whiff of her soap coming from his damp skin. He was so saucy, this man who had just stumbled into her life and taken over, but as she admired those round shoulders and bare chest she smiled to herself. She got to play with that.

‘Do you look at it often? My blog, I mean.’

‘As often as I can, but I usually enjoy it the most on Sundays. I do my laundry in the morning, and then I settle in and wait for the stream of pictures to come across from you.’ He tugged at the collar of her robe. ‘Care to dress up for me? I’d love to see you in that black and white corset, sitting in front of your computer.’

She wasn’t entirely on board with the idea of him taking her pictures, so she stuck her nose in the air. ‘Maybe I should take a picture of you.’

‘Go ahead. Did you think I would be aghast?’ He pushed the chair back, flipped open his towel and spread his arms out. ‘Come on, then. Snappy-snappy.’

Carrie narrowed her eyes, then reached across the desk to her purse. Keeping his gaze, she pulled out her phone. ‘I have this app that takes pictures like you’re in a photo booth. You could make faces while stroking your dick.’

‘I think we both can do better than that. Come on over here and get on top.’

She raised her brows. ‘Didn’t you just make this huge thing about penetration leading to epic obsessive love?’

‘Did I say I was going to fuck you? Now that we’re both clean, let’s get dirty again.’

With his fingers grasping and tickling at her sides, Carrie squirmed towards him and wriggled onto his lap. He quickly shucked off her robe and ran his hands over her ribs and upwards. Her nipples were stiff and peaked even before he pinched them.

‘What to do to you now,’ he murmured, his head on one side. His eyes darted back and forth, up and down as he studied her face. ‘Any suggestions?’

Carrie giggled, then bit her lip to put an end to it. She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about this giddy feeling. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be the director?’

‘Oh, is that how we want it?’ Two hands splayed on her bum, and he lifted her.

The sudden sensation of being weightless in his grasp sent a brief panic through her. With a squeal, she threw her arms around his neck and locked her feet above his bottom.

He crashed down with her on the sofa. Flopping back, Carrie beamed up at him. ‘You have me on my back, now what do you plan to do to me?’

‘I’m going to take some very naughty pictures.’

Blurb

There's a heart inside every fantasy.

The photos are becoming a compulsion for Carrie. As soon as she wakes up, she feels the need to engage with the readers of her erotic website, Dirty Pictures. No matter how hard she tries to focus on her real life the need is always there. The high is knowing that men desire her.

One day a comment on her erotic website makes Carrie go cold: one of her readers, Brendan, has recognised a landmark in the window of one of her pictures. Brendan knows where to find her and has sent a tantalising private message. His invitation to play was so tempting in no time at all, in a variety of settings, their sensual adventures become wild. Her sexual and emotional reawakening reaches peaks she never imagined possible.

But Carrie finds it difficult to treat their relationship as casual. Terrified of heartbreak, she breaks off her affair with Brendan. Her previous relationship left her in tatters and she’s too scared to take such a chance again. Brendan endured a broken marriage so she’s not alone in her confusion and reticence. But can Carrie ever hope to be more than his fantasy girl?

Excerpt – The Deep End

On a mission now, she went to the wardrobe, and was thrown back the moment she slid the door open.

It was silly, but she hadn’t been expecting this rainbow of pressed shirts and pants, nor shoes lined up neatly along the bottom, nor ties and suspenders hanging from the door.

Grace leaned in and took a deep breath. She didn’t care if he was watching. She was overcome with the need to know what he smelled like, but all she could detect was laundry soap.

Except …

She drew out one of the shirts. It was a burgundy polo.

She’d seen it before. She was sure of it.

He’d been wearing it that first night.

Turning back to the bed, Grace wrangled the shirt off the hanger, which she tossed to the floor, and bunched it in her hands.

She buried her face in it.

Still, just soap.

And then …

There, between the neck and the armpit. The lingering smell of sweat and deodorant. One of the most common drugstore brands, but it was his smell.

She sank down on the edge of the bed and breathed into the shirt. This was the scent that would surround her when he showed himself. This was what would mingle with her own signature scent of orange and vanilla lotion. This, mingling with the tang of sex, was what would fill her nostrils as he tightened that rope.

She leaned back on the bed, draped the shirt over her face and pushed down her shorts. The air was cool on her slippery inner thighs and on her swollen sex, and for just a few moments she sprawled there, head covered, pussy exposed.

I’m ready for you.

A tickle against her thigh alerted her to the phone that was tucked into her shorts pocket and was coming to life.

Grace didn’t answer it. She was done with phones and computers and all that grainy digital sex hissing between them. She was ready for the real thing.

She pushed her shorts further down, then slipped her hand between her legs. She took her time playing with her clit, fingers gliding, delving to the knuckle into her drenched pussy. She performed for him, just as she had before, only this time she wouldn’t allow him to direct her.

As she staved off her orgasm, the phone continued to vibrate. She could have sworn there was a hint of madness to each ring.

When she could stand no more, when her whole body was raging for climax, she dragged the shirt from her face and rolled onto her knees. She bunched the shirt into a ball and stuffed it between her legs. She didn’t need it any more. She’d never be rid of his scent. It was the heat of his body she craved now.

‘Don’t you want this?’ She ground against the shirt in tune with the fingers in her clit. ‘You brought me all this way, and I’m alone in your bed.’

The phone’s vibration stopped abruptly.

Grace turned her face towards the window, to where she could see the corner of the barn where he hid from her.

‘Come out and play, Mr Taureau. Don’t make me do this all alone. Please …’

Blurb

“Mr. Taureau, is there anything I can do for you?”

For years, the Taureau-Werner building has been Grace's playground. Hot men in suits have provided her with one sinful diversion after another without ever having to leave the thirteenth floor.Grace thinks her secret indulgences are safe, until one late night alone in the office, a call comes through from billionaire recluse: Jacques Alain Taureau. And in Taureau's lonely world, Grace meets a prince with no intention of escaping his secretive retreat by the sea.






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A.M. Hartnett began writing erotica upon receiving what, at the time, she considered very bad advice from a career counselor. Since 2006, her short stories have appeared on the web and in various anthologies, including Kristina Wright's Best Erotic Romance series and Rachel Kramer Bussel's Curvy Girls.

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Thursday, 31 July 2014

The Silk Tie - 4 Days Until Release


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 sexy 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 fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion 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 bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?



Hot Excerpt!!

The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.
“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.
Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.
He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”
“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.
“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”
“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”
“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”
I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”
He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”
There was a knock at the door.
We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.
The door opened and Brent walked in.
He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.
He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.
Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.
“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.
“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”
“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”
I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”
He released me and turned to Gabe.
I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.
“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”
Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”
“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”
“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”
Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.
I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.
Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.
Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”
I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.
“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”
That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.
Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.
When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.
“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”
“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.
Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.
I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.
“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.
“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.
Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.
He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.
Gabe was utterly still at my side.
Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.
Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.
“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.
“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”
Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”
I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.
Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.
Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.
“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”
“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”
Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.
“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.
I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.
“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”
Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.
Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.
Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.
Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.
Gabe panted and stared downward.
I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.
“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.
Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.
I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.
He began to withdraw.
Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.
Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.
Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.
Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.
“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.
“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”
Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.
Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.
My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.
Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.
Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.
“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”
Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”
“Not…like this…I want…I need…”


The Silk Tie will be available from Amazon on the 4th of August, in the meantime if you haven't read The Glass Knot, why not pick up your copy today!


What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

The Novice is FREE!


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Tuesday, 29 July 2014

The Silk Tie - Excerpt!



“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”





Coming on the 4th of August The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.

The Silk Tie will be available from Amazon on 4th of August
The Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers right now!

Back cover information

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 sexy 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 fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion 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 bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?

Excerpt

After placing the papers on the desk and setting down my purse, I put my iPhone on charge. There was no message from Gabe.
“You can’t…you can’t go in there. You don’t have an appointment.”
I turned at the sound of Jeannie’s panicked voice.
“Sir, really you can’t,” she said again.
I stepped toward the door.
“Sir. I have to insist…”
A man—tall, wearing a suit and with dense facial hair—strutted into the center of the room, placed his hands on his hips and set his gaze on me.
“Brent?”
“Please, you must leave.” Jeannie appeared, twisting her hands together and shifting from one foot to the other.
“It’s okay,” I said, not tearing my attention from Brent. His expression was dark, his mouth, usually upturned, a dead-flat line. “I’ll handle it from here.”
“Are you sure? Shall I call security?” Jeannie asked.
I wasn’t sure. He was breathing fast and his eyebrows were pulled low. Something had really pissed him off.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I nodded. “Just shut the door please, Jeannie.”
“Good idea,” Brent said, his voice low and husky.
Jeannie hesitated.
I nodded at her. “It’s fine.”
She frowned then pulled the door up.
The second it clicked shut Brent moved toward me, fast.
I backed up.
My shoulders hit the polished paneling that clad the walls of my office. I couldn’t move any farther.
“What the hell,” he said, coming up close then pressing his palms against the wood either side of my head, “do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” I asked, gulping and looking up at him.
“Jesus Christ, don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I managed, flattening my hands behind myself and pulling in fast breaths.
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“Gabe,” he said, lowering his face. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I could feel the air leaving his lungs through his nose as it washed over my cheeks. His aftershave invaded my nostrils and laced my tongue. The heat of his body radiated onto mine, blasting through my silky blouse as though it wasn’t even there.
“What about Gabe?” I asked, tilting my chin.
“He’s just asked me to fuck him.” His eye contact was unwavering. “And he told me that it was your idea.”
“What? No, that’s not right.”
“Which bit of that isn’t fucking right, Hayley, because it all sounds pretty fucking not right to me?”
I gathered my strength and refused to be intimidated by him. “You can’t deny you like Gabe.” I gave him a steely glare.
“That’s not the issue.” He narrowed his eyes.
“And he likes you,” I snapped back.
“All of that is irrelevant because he’s married…to you.”
“Which surely means, if there is one person who can give Gabe permission to fuck someone else, it’s me. His wife.”
His mouth opened slightly and he stared at me.
“What?” I asked. “It makes sense. Gabe’s got a crush on you, I suppose that is one way of describing it, and he wants you, badly, he—”
“He’s not even bloody gay.”
“No, but he must have elements of being bi for him to be feeling this way.”
Brent stepped away, turned and locked his fingers on the crown of his head with his elbows outstretched.
“Brent,” I said, pushing away from the wall. “Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad…just…”
“What?”
“Confused, I suppose.” He dropped his hands and turned to me as he sighed. The hardness had gone from his face.
“Why?” I moved to my desk and leaned my behind on it, kept my arms at my sides in an effort to look open and available for him to express his feelings to. It was a tactic I used with clients. “Tell me, Brent. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are.” He sat in one of the two chairs in front of my desk and sighed. “I like you, Hayley, a lot, and I like Gabe too. I care about him.”
“And do you fancy him?”
“I’m not gay either.” He paused and appeared to summon courage. “But I am bi. I have been with a man before.”
I nodded and kept my expression neutral even though there was something electrifying about his admission. No longer a rumor but a solid fact he was able to share with me.
“And would you want to be with Gabe that way?” I asked. Again words were coming out of my mouth that I wouldn’t believe I could utter. This time last month this conversation would be ludicrous.
“Do I want Gabe that way,” he repeated.
I waited for him to go on.
“Yes, in a word. He’s bloody gorgeous and damn sexy too, but I don’t need to tell you that, Hayley. Heck, you married him.”
I smiled. “He is gorgeous and sexy, and also the most passionate, loving person I’ve ever met.” I paused. “His happiness is also my responsibility and right now, him not being with you the way he wants to be is screwing with his mind.”
“Have you had a third person in your relationship before?”
“No, it’s always been just us. We’re strong, our bonds are tight, but…”
“And you’re willing to risk it all.”
“Perhaps it’s a risk for it not to happen.”
“Bloody hell…” He pressed his hands over his face and looked at me from over his fingertips. “You’re really are deadly serious.”
“Yes.” I sat on the seat at his side. “I am. He’s been on edge, preoccupied. I know he loves me, would die for me, we’ve been in each other’s lives for a long time now, there’s nothing that will tear us apart.”
“Except me. Maybe I will.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“It would be my worst nightmare to split you two up. Seeing you and Gabe together makes me very happy. You have something special, something I’ve hunted for, seen glimpses of, but never truly found.”
I reached out and rested my fingers on the sleeve of his gray suit jacket and rubbed my thumb on the smooth material. “Gabe and I are strong. Strong enough to cope with this.” I paused, hoping to hell that we were. “If you feel the same way about Gabe then this can happen. I don’t have a problem with it.”
He stared at me, long and hard, then, “You’re right, I do want to fuck him.”
My belly clenched and I squeezed my internal muscles. This might actually happen for Gabe.
“But I have one condition,” he said, leaning back and folding his arms. His suit jacket bunched at the lapels.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You’re there. You watch us.”
“You can’t be serious.” I knotted my fingers together and gripped them in my lap. “Why would…?” Much as the idea appealed, I’d never thought it would become reality.
“You remember that film, Indecent Proposal? Robert Redford I think it was.”
“Yes. What about it?” I laughed but the sound caught in my throat.
Brent reached out, rested his palm over my clasped hands. “It screws him up, the husband. After his wife has spent a night with another man for a huge sum of money, he obsesses about what they did, how they were together. Was there love or was it just sex? Had she had more fun with the rich guy than with him?”
I nodded. I’d seen the film.
“That’s what causes the problems,” Brent went on. “They had a million in the bank but the husband’s imagination, his not knowing, was a much bigger problem than being poor.”
“And you think I’ll be like that?”
“I don’t know. You seem pretty…cool with the idea at the moment.”
“I am. I’ve given it a lot of thought.”
He lifted his hand from mine and shifted on the seat.
I glanced at his groin and wondered if he was getting hard talking about screwing my husband. “Okay,” I said. “It wasn’t how I thought it would go. But yes, I’ll be there.” A flush traveled over my skin just at saying that. I could hardly begin to think how horny it would make me to actually see them together, for real—fucking.
Brent stood, slid his hands down the front of his suit jacket then straightened his tie. “You can tell him yes for me. I’m afraid I was a little harsh on him when he blurted it out over a cheese panini in Costa. It had been the last thing I was expecting him to say.”
“I will, but…” I hated to think of Gabe being upset, confused by Brent’s reaction.
“Yes. I’ll call him too.” He looked at his watch. “But right now I’m late for a meeting with my bank manager, and I really have to run.”
“Yes, of course.”
He walked to the door.
“Brent,” I called.
“What?” He turned and a long shard of sunlight sliced over his face and down his body.
“Thank you.”
He smiled and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “I should be the one thanking you.”

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