Did you miss me? Hello everyone, I’m back! I have had a fantastic week in Scarborough. The weather was glorious, the company entertaining (my family) and it was just the relaxing break I needed.

I’m not going to bore you with every photo I took ,but here are a select few, so you can see why I think Scarborough is such a wonderful place for a family holiday.

Victoria Blisse on the Miniature Railway.

Victoria Blisse enjoying the Sun from underneath her Sunbrella.

Boats coming in to Scarborough Harbour.

Boats in Whitby Harbour.

A view of Scarborough Castle from Scalby Mills.

The golden Sands of the South Bay, Scarborough.

Now, I’m back to the writing. I’ve just finished my chapter of the Total-e-bound ROund RObin, look out for it in August’s newsletter and now I’m working hard on my werewolf story, again for Total-E-Bound, the title is going to be Moon Shy.

Hello everyone, welcome to Summer. Alright, so technically I’m somewhat early but the summer weather hit the UK with a vengeance yesterday and who’s going on holiday today? Yep, me, woo. I seem to have timed this holiday just right.

As you all know by now I’m off to Scarborough later today to spend a week making sandcastles and eating ice creams in the sun by the sea. No, don’t feel too jealous because you can join me quite easily. Oh yes, as people do I write about the places I love and so Scarborough features in a few of my stories.

Firstly we have my latest Phaze release, Scentsual.

Scents, Sex and Sea, what else could a girl want?

Kelly escapes to the comforting scent filled haven of Scarborough to find respite from her busy career. She doesn’t expect to find romance but when she bumps into the young plumber Rob she cannot help but be attracted to his masculine scent and his gorgeous body. They fit together perfectly. His submissive nature is a delight to Dominant Kelly who enjoys using him for her pleasure whilst pushing his sexual boundaries to their very limits.

And here is a teeny, tiny excerpt from the first page of the book to whet your appetite for more Sexy, Scarborough fun:

As soon as I stepped off the train I was soothed by the scents, even in the middle of town. I could smell the sea, a light, crisp edge to the cool breeze and the fish and chip shops left a vinegar tang to the air. The smell took me back to my childhood, when we used to come here for our holidays. We spent a week in Scarborough each year. My parents loved the sights and sounds. I fell in love with the smells. The sweetness of donuts, the sharp salt on the breeze, the comforting odour of the damp sand beneath my feet. I regularly visit my childhood sanctuary to rest in the comforting scents and take in the familiar sights. It is my escape when work just becomes too much for me.

And if you can’t find all the Scarborough you need in there, don’t worry, there’s even more. Check out Sweet Surrender!

Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her on the tour of the town but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her personality than about the sweet, seaside town.

and now, another saucy except. Here’s Tom, your capable guide:

Tom nonchalantly leaned on the model Pirate, watching the children run down the harbour to the docked ship and hearing the worried yells of their parents chasing behind in back packs and pack-a-macks. It was a typical English summer day. One moment you could be risking sunburn and heat exhaustion and the next you could be soaked to the skin.

Tom loved this kind of weather. The clouds whipped around, forming valleys and mountains and sweeps, chiffonier ribbons of soft, silky haze. And, of course, what isn’t to love about a beautiful young lady in a sundress getting soaked through with rain?

He was not inclined to panic when she didn’t turn up at the allotted time, not even fifteen minutes later. He’d dealt with women like Helen before, and he would wait here for hours if needed. She had to exert some control over the situation; choosing what time she’d show up was part of that. As long as she was comfortable, Tom would be happy.

“I am so sorry I’m late.” she flustered when she arrived, her cheeks flushing redder than her dress.

“No worries.” Tom smiled,” I enjoy watching the world go by.” He took her by the elbow and guided her through the throng of holidaymakers, past the baying and flashing of the seaside casinos and down onto the sandy softness of the beach.

“I’ll get sand in my sandals.” she squeaked, then smiled nervously as she realized how silly it sounded.

“You cannot say you have been on a proper seaside trip if you’ve not walked upon the sand. Besides, you get the best uncluttered views from the sea edge.” Tom let go of her, and handled his expensive camera, setting up shots of the bay, shots he must have taken a million times before.

And I understand you might not have had your fill yet, Scarborough is incredibly addictive, so for you there is one last short Scarborough story in my repertoire and, want to know the best thing about it? It’s FREE! Yep, it won’t cost you one single, solitary pence.
Summer Exposure is available free to download at total-e-bound and gives you a voyeuristic view of my favourite seaside town.

Sweet sea air, ice cream and sex, what more could you want?
Indulge your inner voyeur with an erotic trip around a seaside town at the height of the summer season as fun in the sun is all the better when it’s in public.

So pick up a bit of Sensual Scarborough fun today and we can enjoy it together!

See you next week! *runs out of door, bucket&spade in hand*

Today I’m treating you to a submissive summer treat with an exclusive excerpt from Sweet Surrender, a tale of discovery set in the summer sun.

If anyone you keep up with me on facebook or twitter you will know that there is only 4 more sleeps until I go away to Scarborough for a week long holiday and I cannot wait.

If you’re a regular reader of my blog or my books you also know that Scarborough is my most favourite place in all the world! That is why it crops up in my stories so often. Keep checking back to the blog this week for excerpts and free stories all based in Scarborough and enjoy the taste of a proper English holiday by the seaside.

Now onto the submission, so to speak!

Sweet Surrender is the story of Helen’s holiday. She’s just broken up with her boyfriend and finds herself in the sunny, bustling Scarborough surrounded by Love Birds and just as she’s about to give up and go home she meets Tom. Tom is a confident photographer who offers to take her around the sights but by taking the tour Helen discovers more about herself and her submissive desires than about the sweet, seaside town.

She couldn’t believe he’d tricked her into taking him up to her room so easily. A few words and her barrier had collapsed. Part of her suspected she didn’t really want to protest, that it was just the last vestige of her instilled propriety talking, not her. It’s not like she was normally such a walk over. She was seen as a bit of a bitch at work. She would brook no nonsense and even the most enthusiastic sales person faltered under her weighty stare. Tom seemed to bring out the vulnerability in her, and Helen was so busy wondering why that she missed the top of a step, and toppled forward.

“Are you alright?” Tom’s hand was instantly on her thigh, preventing her from falling further.

“I, I, I think so.” She gasped, turning to her side, and resting one thigh on the stair, before shifting her weight so she could perch awkwardly on the little ledge. Tom knelt before her, running a hand up and down the front of her leg, checking the knees for scratches.

“You might have some interesting bruises come tomorrow, but that’s all.”

“I’m so clumsy.” She shook her head, the tears threatening to spring forth again.

“It’s easy done, love,” he soothed, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

Tenderly he dropped his lips to her knee. Gently he kissed the reddened flesh, making Helen’s heart jump with delight and her pussy clench with arousal. A little moan escaped her lips, and a wicked glint entered Tom’s eye.

His lips slipped higher, tracing up the inside of her thigh, lifting her skirt higher and higher as the kisses climbed, making her tummy flip like pancakes tossed by a showy chef.

“Not here.” She hissed. “Anyone could come up here at any moment.”

“In the middle of the day?” Tom paused for a moment, glancing into her eyes. “The tourists will all be out; the maids will have made the rooms already.” He continued to kiss up, and Helen placed her hands on his shoulders to get him to stop, but as her lips parted to protest, his lips kissed hers.

An electric pulse flickered up and out, engulfing her whole being but focusing between her thighs. His tongue flipped out and she let go of a little gasp, then a low growl as that tongue lapped up and down, parting her lips and caressing the damp velvet concealed inside. Again, her mind went blank, and not until she became aware of the hard pressure in the small of her back did she remember where she was.

“No,” she said, once again and once again he stopped. He pulled down the bottom of her skirt and smoothed it out over her thighs. He stepped back a step, allowing her the room she needed to stand and turn around. He squeezed her bum as she moved to take the next step, and her face flamed with the heat that diffused her body.

“God help us when I get you into the privacy of your room,” he growled, walking up the stairs directly behind her, eager to taste and touch all he was craving for.