Hello, before I get on with today’s taster and ebook give away I want to announce the winner of yesterday’s! Congratulations cw1985 you’ve won a copy of Spiced Vanilla for your tweet about my blog, well done!

Now, on to Restoration.

Museum Restorer Theresa is thrilled when an ancient, dirt covered Roman Statue of Priapus comes into her care. She finds him fascinating and he becomes her erotic obsession. Night and day she is consumed by her lust for Priapus. Unknown to Theresa another person has been overtaken by the same obsession. It is only when her project is completed and Priapus is out on display that she discovers she is not the only one willing to take great risks just to worship the ancient god’s giant penis.

He’s an interesting character, Priapus. Born of Aphrodite but several gods may have sown the seed, so to say. Hera wasn’t pleased, apparently and cursed the poor babe whilst still in the womb, making him ugly causing Aphrodite to abandon him to the wilderness.

Poor bugger, he’s not that ugly. Yes, his brows are quite prominent, his nose a little crooked, but it makes him interesting in my eyes. The sculptor was talented, shaping the opalescent stone into such a lifelike mockery of reality. He must have spent hours, if not days on perfecting the lips. Running my tiny, fine brush over them to remove the last vestiges of dirt I hear him giggle at my delicate touch.

“Don’t squirm,” I warn, “or I’ll fall and you’ll end up with a face full of my boobs.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I look up and fall back to my seat, startled.
“Why Doctor Browning, it’s you.”
“Yes, Theresa, it is. You’ve spent too long down here on your own. Talking to a statue as if he’s real?”
“It helps me connect.” I blush, anger flaring deep in my soul, “I treat him with respect and he reveals his secrets to me.”
“And a million other maidens, dear, Priapus was known for it.” He shakes his head and lets out a tight, scornful laugh and I bite my lip, though I’d prefer to bite a chunk out of him. But I suppose one has to be courteous to one’s employer if one wishes to stay employed.

“So, when will our glorious gargoyle be ready for display?” Dr Browning makes my skin itch, he’s standing about six inches away and my body is tingling, I wish he’d move back, his presence makes me jittery. I lay down my brush and turn to face him.
“Well, it’s not a very delicate piece, but I have to be careful in case there are cracks or old repairs that I might knock. I’d like to think I’d have it done within eight to twelve weeks, maybe less depending on the damage I find.”

“Fantastic, I can’t wait for him to be on display. He’ll be such a draw.”
“Oh, he will.” I smile, that is something I can agree on. “It’s funny to think he would have originally been used to scare people off.”
“Ironic, isn’t it? Anyway, I’ll let you get on with it. I never had the patience for it myself. I’ll pop in and check on you at the end of the week. Bye now, bye.”
“See you.” I reply then pick up my brush again, taking a deep steadying breath and forgetting Dr Browning as I re-apply it to the stone beneath me. His lips look so kissable, parted ever so slightly, I can imagine his tongue darting out into my mouth or into my…no. I’ve got to concentrate.

You can pick up Restoration from Xcite, iTunes and Amazon (kindle version)

And also you can win yourself a copy simply by leaving a comment on this blog post, tweeting about this blog post (don’t forget to mention @victoriablisse so I see it!) or replying to me on facebook. It’s that simple. I’ll announce the winner tomorrow.

Hi all, it’s read an ebook week this week and being an ebook writer I am eager to get in on the celebrations. So every day this week I will be offering you the chance to read an ebook. I’m going to give away a Blisse ebook every day this week and what will you have to do to win? Well, not much at all really. All you need to do is comment on this blog post, my facebook post or tweet about this giveaway mentioning @victoriablisse and you will be entered in the draw to win. So that is 3 different ways to win, I am good to you, I really am!

Today I am going to give away a copy of Spiced Vanilla, my latest Total-E-Bound release. It’s full of cream, chocolate, cakes and wickedly erotic domination. What more could you want?

To win, you just need to give me a reason why ebooks are awesome. I’ll start you off with one.

You can pick up an ebook from the comfort of your own home and be reading it within minutes of paying for it. There’s no having to go to a bookshop or queuing or waiting for a book to be delivered with the postman. You pick your book, you pay, you download it and bam, you’re reading it.

What other reasons are their for choosing to read an ebook this week?

All answers go into a draw and I will announce the winner (who will be picked at random from the bobblehat of warmth and winners by my own fair hand) in tomorrow’s blog.

Happy World book day everyone! I’m going to keep it simple and tell you several things about my love of books today.

Book I last read: David Gemmell’s Winter Warriors, I would heartily recommend it, especially if you love fantasy.

Favourite Children’s book: I could mention many. I love The Narnia stories, has a passion for the Secret Seven and adore the Chronicles of Prydain and Paddington Bear will always have a place in my heart. I have to pick the BFG by Roald Dahl. It has it all, evil, good, the queen and dreams. I adore it.

Book that took me by surprise:A friend of mine told me about a book so good he missed his stop on the train he was so engrossed in it. The book was Back Roads by Tawni O’Dell.So I picked up a copy and found it so compelling I read it in little over a day. I was really taken by it even though it’s not my usual type of story.

Favourite Comfort book: I love to re-read ‘Dark Moon’ by David Gemmell. It’s one of my very favourites and is completely engaging. I always come out at the end in a brighter frame of mind.

Erotica I’ve read and loved: I tend to enjoy short volumes like Xcite’s Ultimate Curves or the Black Lace Wicked Word Anthologies. The Coming Together anthologies are also wonderfully erotic and it’s a massive bonus that all the profits go to charity.

Why I love books: I think, like many people, my love of reading stemmed from being read to as a child. I still can remember the joy of my Dad tucking me up in bed and reading me a story. I loved ‘Wynken, Blynken and Nod’ and I bet my Dad can still recite it without looking at the words. Also my mum took my sister and I to the library when we were little. Every few weeks we’d go and pick new books as mum would pick hers. We all loved to read and all three of us still enjoy reading.

A fictional Character I’d love to meet: Oh wow, this is difficult. I mean I would love to meet the characters from my own books in the flesh. Wow, that would be fun as long as it wasn’t a new moon night anyway, you have to be careful with dates when you’ve got a werewolf in one of your stories and then there’s the vampire…Yeah, okay, so lets go for something less predictable shall we?

Who would I love to meet? Death (I mean the Discworld incarnation), The BFG, Aslan (I want to bury my face in his mane!), Paddington, yeah definitely. Oh, I don’t know this is really difficult, how can I pick only one? I’d love to meet the Secret Seven and go on a mystery with them (I just want to eat high tea, that’s all!) and Stig of the Dump and Tarantio (from Dark Moon) and…well, I could go on forever. I think I better give up now or we’ll be here all night!

So, what was the last book you read and did you enjoy it? Of course eBooks and print books both count! I’m always eager to hear about good books!

I think we all need a bit of spicing up on a Monday and today I have the perfect thing for you. Spiced Vanilla is now available from Total-E-Bound as a stand alone release. If you’ve not yet read it (it’s already featured in Night of the4senses) rush on over and get yourself a taste of sweet, sexy domination.

Chocolate, cakes and domination, what more could a girl want?

Emma hadn’t stepped out of her flat in six months. When she did it was the smell of a local patisserie that lured her down the street. Every day she walked to Jacques to admire the cakes and enjoy their scent, then she discovered Jack.

Jack, the patisserie owner and baker is just the dominant, commanding man she wants, but can she learn to accept her submissive nature? Will she indulge her appetite for sexual spice and ignore her good girl guilt or will she resist the temptation and regret it forever?

And now here’s a little taste of what you’ll find inside!

“No, a promise is a promise. Any cake you like. Choose.”

“Oh, well, can I have a slice of the cheesecake? I’ve been fantasising about your cheesecake for so long. I’ll take it home, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay, but watching you eat it is my favourite bit, you know. I don’t get to see people enjoying my cakes enough. Especially if you’ve been fantasising about it.”

My stomach was too full of butterflies to swallow even a mouthful, though I really did want to please him.

“Not today I’m afraid, Jack. My stomach couldn’t take it.”

“All right, I’ll box you up a slice. Take a seat, do. Would you like a drink?” I shook my head, and his brow crinkled a little.

“How’s business been today?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, not bad, not bad,” he replied, “I had a good morning anyway. It’s been dead this afternoon. Here, let me take your coat.”

I undid the buttons on my sensible, woollen coat. It looked a bit past its best, though it had been expensive when I bought it all that time ago. It still kept me warm, and as autumn was rolling in, I needed it against the bitter cold wind and the freezing rain that came in unexpected bursts through the end of summer.

I did have a cat, though it spent most of its time outside, and I was pretty sure it had two or more homes, and it hadn’t puked up at all. I’d just taken a very long time deciding what to wear.

It was too cold to wear anything particularly revealing, not that I owned anything particularly revealing. As a teacher, I had learnt to dress conservatively, especially with seventeen year old boys in the mix. I did find a deep, dark orange top with a long floaty hem and a deep V of cleavage that covered up my tummy nicely and brought attention to my abundant breasts. I’d paired it with a long, heavy brown corduroy skirt that came down to my ankles and covered the tops of my boots. I felt pretty sexy, especially as I wore my favourite red lace underwear underneath.

“Orange is a good colour on you,” he said, as he walked back into the shop, and I blushed.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Compliments the creamy colour of your skin.”

I almost felt the words caressing the exposed flesh at the V of my top. I bit my lip and surreptitiously rubbed my thighs together. This man drove me crazy with lust, and he’d not even said anything that intimate.

“I don’t know how you manage to work here day in and day out. I’d be eating all the stock,” I said. “Just the delicious smell is enough to make my mouth water.”

The air was dense with vanilla, cream and chocolate with that special light air of sweet baking that any baker will tell you lingers long after the cake in question has been cooked.

“I do my fair share of tasting,” he replied, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. He smiled. “But I enjoy profit far more.”

“It seems a crime to eat these. They’re all such works of art.”

“You flatter me.” I was rewarded by the light flush to his cheeks. “I’m not that good.”

“Oh, stop with the false modesty. You could display these in an art gallery, and people would pay just to look at them and smell them.”

“Ah, but if you do not touch them or taste them you are missing out on most of the sensation.”

His eyes seemed to have darkened to the colour of cooked spinach and instead of being focused on his cakes they were fixed firmly on the pale mounds of my breasts.

“Oh, well, yes, they taste divine,” I replied, in a fluster.

“I bet they do,” he quipped and cocked an eyebrow. I blushed not just on my cheeks. It leaked down and suffused my chest, too.

“Which is your favourite?” I asked, directing my gaze from his darkened eyes and towards the cake display beside us.

“Oh, it’s so hard to choose.” His voice purred, but the softness was belied by the sheer power of his tone. “I am a fan of chocolate,” he said, “and fresh fruit. I like to mix them with cream and soft sponge and maybe just the sweetest, smallest touch of exotic spice. The new, the exciting, the just discovered are my favourite cakes to create.”

“You’re very talented.” I did not see him take a step, but he seemed so much closer to me when I looked back towards him. Had I moved? I was confused and a little hypnotised by his gaze and just as I thought his lips would fall down to mine, the bell on the door jingled.

I jumped. He just smiled sardonically and transferred his attention to the customer. Lust pounded through my bloodstream, desperate to get out. I took a shuddering breath, and as Jack bent to box up the lady’s cupcakes, he winked in my direction.

When you’ve read Spiced Vanilla I’d love to hear what you think about it, we author types love feedback.

Now talking of feedback, what is your favourite cake to treat yourself to now and then? I, like Emma, am partial to a slice of cheesecake. All soft creamy and velvety with contrasting biscuity, buttery and crunchy base. Yum.