Review of Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights.
posted in Blog | Tagged: Artistic Sights, BBW, Heavenly delights, Review, sexyreads, spanking
It’s always a good day when you wake up to find a new review in your inbox. It’s even more thrilling when it’s an editor’s choice review!
Now, before I go much further I do have to admit Mitnik IS my husband. Now, if you think reading a review is nerve wracking when you don’t know the reviewer you should try waiting for your dearly beloved to judge your work! You could say that he wasn’t likely to trash me, his marriage being on the line and all but I can tell you that Mit helps me edit and he doesn’t mince his words. If what I write is crud, he tells me so. So as biased as you might think he is for me, I can tell you that if he didn’t like the story, we’d all know about it!
So, SexyReads has reviewed Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights. Here’s some highlights of what Mitnik has to say about it:
I loved the line about Hermoine’s heart pounding like a bailiff’s knock on the door, it has to be the best way of conveying that emotion I’ve seen in erotica so far…
Beautifully Sweet and Charming right to the end this is one for the lovers and romantics.
Click HERE to read the review in it’s entirety. It’s a good’un, well worth reading through!
So thank you dear husband for the great review. If you want to check out Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights for yourself to see if you agree with Mitnik then you can pick it up from Total-E-Bound and please let me know what you think. I genuinely do love getting feedback!
posted in Blog | Tagged: Armed Forces Day, Help for Heroes, Indigo Skye, Interview, Lucy Felthouse, Uniform Behaviour
Hello everyone, just a quick note to point you in the direction of something you’re just not going to want to miss.
An interview over with the wonderful Indigo Skye!
Find out more about my story in Uniform Behaviour, What I’ve got coming soon and how I get my inspiration as well as what I count as research over at Indigo’s blog!
Go on, you know you want to. ;)
posted in Friends Friday | Tagged: Friends Friday, Office Hours, Sam Crescent, Total-E-Bound
First, I want to say, thank you to Victoria for inviting me for a spot on her friends Friday. As I guess most of you have figured, I’m new to being published and Office Hours is my first official release.
I’m really excited about this release—not just because it is my first release—but also it has been the start of a dream. I know being a writer is not an original dream or unique but I’ve wanted to be a writer ever since I was given my first desk. It had three draws in the side. The top one was for my pens, pencils and colours. The middle draw for my paper and the last draw for my completed work. In most cases a few badly drawn stick people or badly constructed sentences always about a princess.
I suppose this is more a post of begging you to never give up on your dreams.
Has this been an easy ride? Absolutely not but nothing you want badly enough is supposed to come easy. I have had loads of rejections. I’ve probably had more than some and less than others, depending on the way in which you look at it. The rejections still sting no matter how many you have. I think on the many aspects of writing you learn along the way that your writing will not be for everyone. I think at times I’m still in shock at receiving the acceptance email from Total-E-Bound.
I had gotten so use to receiving the rejection, the words were waiting on my lips as I clicked the email box open. I was about to tell my family another rejection and back to the drawing board. I think for several minutes I just stared. I didn’t know what to do, then I looked at my family and said, “I think Total-E-Bound has just accepted my work?” I questioned them.
I’m smiling now thinking about how stumped I was and just think one day you may be as well and to all you other authors who received that first acceptance must know what I mean. Right, I hope you all enjoy, Office Hours and I keep my fingers crossed it is the first of many more stories to come.
Find Sam:
Office Hours Blurb:
Fiery red headed temptress Anya King is desperate for the carnal delights of a pleasure weekend. A chance to indulge in every sexual fantasy.
However…
Demanding sexy boss, Nathan Banks, has signed them both up for a “team-building” weekend, in the beautiful country town of Buxton.
Innocent weekend turns to hot, lusty sex. Enough to melt the snow outside and the ice around their hearts. Will the job she loves survive the weekend? And will their time be more than just a moment?
“What the hell is this?” Anya King stormed into her boss’s office carrying the offending memo and slammed it with as much force as she could muster onto his desk.
Nathan Banks stopped typing to glance at his personal assistant, then at the memo he’d left on her desk while she went out to lunch. “It’s about a team-building weekend. It’s a new scheme to help colleagues work together better.”
“I can clearly see what it’s about, Mr Banks. What I want to know is why my name is on that list?” Anya placed a hand on her hip. She needed to keep her head, relax and breathe.
“I signed us up for the course as a team.” He pushed the paper away, looking at her with calm composure. Anya felt anything but calm.
“You did this without even consulting me?” She swallowed down her anger, keeping her fiery temper at bay. Work relationships were supposed to be kept professional. It wouldn’t do for her to lose her temper.
“ In case you hadn’t noticed, Miss King, I happen to own this company, what I say goes and if I think this weekend will benefit my company, as my personal assistant you’ll be accompanying me. No questions asked.” He looked pointedly at the memo until she picked it up again.
Anya watched him go back to his computer, his sure, sturdy hands typing purposefully away. Clever hands that could bring a woman all kinds of sexual pleasure, if all of the rumours floating around the office were true. Anya tried not to think about her boss and sex. It was wrong and unprofessional, but sometimes when she was alone images of Nathan crept into her mind, and not all of them in employer-employee situations.
“I have plans this weekend.” She folded her arms underneath her full breasts. She needed this weekend! There was only so long she could resist her natural urges. Face it, she was over-sexed. Images of Nathan fucking her had entered her mind one too many times of late. Time away with another man, or men, should put her system back to rights. Nathan could go back to being just a man she happened to work for.
“Cancel it.” He didn’t even lift his head.
“How am I supposed to cancel at the last minute?” She wasn’t going to give in just like that. He was going to hear her out whether he liked it or not.
But Nathan was just as stubborn as she. “Find a way. It’s not my problem. I’ll see you here tomorrow at nine. Pack for a busy weekend and read the memo, it’ll tell you what you need.” He dismissed her, lifting up his phone to dial an associate.
Anya thought about waiting it out, to see if he really was calling someone and not just doing it to get rid of her. Instead she nodded, simmering to herself, took the memo and quietly left his office, closing the door without making a sound.
Sitting behind her desk, she grabbed her bag, pulling out her ticket and the file about her planned pleasure weekend. Tomorrow she was supposed to be leaving for a small, isolated mansion, where every little lust and desire the body craved could be experienced, along with the promise of total anonymity. The ticket alone would have left most people crying at the cost. She could only just afford it on her salary.
She sighed. It was a good job the ticket could be used on any weekend over the course of a month. But her ticket was for December, one of the busiest times of the year, which meant her time was already in short supply.
Anya usually went for the first weekend of the month, but overtime at work, along with life in general, had got the better of her this month, so she had been planning to spend the second weekend of December at her erotic hideaway. Had been, until her domineering boss had demanded her presence on his stupid team-building weekend. He said, “Jump,” and she had no choice but to say, “How high?” Anya took pride in her work, but sometimes being the best personal assistant was a pain in the arse. The reward for good work was more work. Shaking her head in disappointment, she reflected that at least there were still two weekends left after this work-together-better nonsense or whatever he wanted to call it. She folded up her ticket and placed it carefully back in her bag.
She could survive this weekend, but she would need reinforcements. Sexual reinforcements.
posted in Blog | Tagged: BBW, check up, Exceprt, sexual health, spanking
I made a visit to my local Sexual health/family planing clinic today. I’m not going to go into details, you don’t need them but this was just a check up and everything was fine.
It struck me though how a few minutes can make a difference. I know ladies (and I guess gents) it’s no fun to go show your private bits and pieces to a virtual stranger but they’ve seen it all before and it’s important to make sure everything is as it’s should be. So don’t put it off, alright? Your sexual health is an important part of you so don’t ignore it, alright?
There you go, that was a Blisse Public Service Announcement!
Now then, my own Blisse Sexual health check can be found below in the form of a scorching hot excerpt from Artistic Sights, Heavenly Delights which is available at Total-E-Bound and now All Romance Ebooks too!
“Well,” she stuttered, genuinely afraid she’d upset him, “I know there’s not much difference in our age it’s just you seem to lack experience that’s all.”
“Lack experience? I’ll show you how experienced I am,” he puffed and grabbed her by the arm, “was the kiss I gave you just now inexperienced?”
“I don’t know-I just thought-I wasn’t thinking.” Hermione wasn’t sure if he was genuinely pissed off or if he was just messing around with her. Her heart pounded either way as his strong grip on her arm excited her.
“No, you weren’t,” he pulled her over to the overturned tree, “and now, young lady, you’ll pay for your insolence.” He pushed her down on top of the rough bark and held her there. She didn’t struggle, she was too surprised at finding herself with her arse in the air to move.
“It’s all just a bit of fun,” he whispered as he leaned over her, “if it gets too much just shout ‘paint brush’ and I’ll stop, alright?” She nodded. She wasn’t exactly sure where all this was leading but she was tingling all over with anticipation and she really wanted to find out.
“This skirt is much thicker than my trousers,” he said, then caught the hem of it in his fingers, “you’d not feel a spanking through it.” He flicked his wrist and pulled the material up and over Hermione’s back, exposing her cloud white knickers to the warm spring air.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, her cheeks flushed and her heart continued to pound like a bailiff’s knock on the door. “Just giving you what you deserve, madam,” he replied.
“A good spanking.” He raised his free hand, one was laid on her back holding her dress up and holding Hermione down at the same time.
“No,” she yelped, “I didn’t say you could do-” but her rant was cut off by the loud crack of his hand connecting with her milky flesh.
“That’s for calling me a kid,” he said then raised his hand again, “I am not inexperienced simply because I am wealthy, right?” he slapped down again and she yelped with the impact. Philip got harder, Hermione felt his cock as it strained within his jeans. “I asked you a question,” he growled and spanked her again, “answer me when I speak to you.” “Sorry, no, no, you’re not.” She stuttered her reply.
“No I am not, what?” again he struck her bottom so hard it wobbled. “Sir, no you’re not inexperienced, Sir.”
“That’s better,” he smiled and stroked his hand over her bum.
Hermione had been outraged by the first spank, then frightened by the second but as his hand raised and fell her emotions changed. She realized she looked forward to each spank and that the pain that had flared in her arse at first had mellowed into pleasure and she wanted more.
As his hand fell she would raise up on her toes to encourage his spanks. She was sure he could see her do this and didn’t care. She wanted him to know she was desperate for it. She’d never been spanked before and was quite surprised by her love of it. She was a strong woman generally, when you’re a single mother at twenty with no family to help you have to be fiercely independent and she would always have the upper hand in any dealings she had. But now she thoroughly enjoyed being on the receiving end of his upper hand as it slammed down against her flesh. It seemed somehow to be freeing.
If you’re now feeling a little hot under the collar you’re perfectly healthy!
posted in Blog, FlashFiction | Tagged: BBW, Edwardian, free read, free story, Silver Flash, smut
It’s Wednesday, it’s Silver Flash day and this week’s story is a little olde worlde! The prompt this week was: “The difference is that I lie for a reason!”
and this is what I did with it.
“The difference is that I lie for a reason!”
“What?” She yelled her fists clenched at her side.
“Would you even have talked to me if I’d told you before who I was?”
“Do you think I’m that shallow? Shit, Anna. I love you, I do but to know our whole- this thing we’ve got-the chemistry-well us. It’s been a lie, a complete lie. That hurts me.”
“You having a go at me for lying? You’ve been going out with another woman for weeks and you’ve not told me.” Anna crossed her arms across her chest.
“That’s different,” He sighed and run his fingers through his hair.
“You fucking another woman is different? What the hell do you take me for, a fool? Do I not deserve monogamy? Just because you’re some big shot with a father with more money than sense it doesn’t mean you can use women like toys.”
“No, Anna, no. Will you just listen to me and I’ll explain.”
“Go on then.” Anna dropped to the ground below one of the Apple trees. It was safe as this early in the summer the apples were small and unlikely to drop down on the orchard below. Christopher sat next to her and she angled her body away from him.
“My Dad’s been on at me about marrying someone suitable. I’d have told him about you but I wasn’t sure you’d want me too. I mean we’ve only ever met in secret here, it’s not like we’ve been conventionally girlfriend and boyfriend. So when he insisted that I go out with Karen Berkley I had to do it or he would have disowned me.”
“But you didn’t have to kiss her and you certainly didn’t have to bring her here.”
“She followed me and she kissed me. I didn’t like it, I didn’t enjoy it and I certainly didn’t invite her to do it.”
Anna shrugged.
“But if she hadn’t come I’d have never known who you really are. I don’t know if to curse her or thank her.”
“Would you stop bringing it back to me. I didn’t tell you who I was because…because, well hell, Christopher I wanted to get to know you, I liked you and if I’d introduced myself with my real family name you’d have walked away.”
“I wouldn’t…”
“Now you’re lying again!” Anna turned and looked at him. “Our families don’t even mention the other’s name, we don’t even acknowledge the others even exist. My Great Gran had to divorce when, well, when the incident happened and she was only married to the damn butler.”
“But Anna, how could you not tell me who you were?”
“Christopher,you know who I am more than any other person alive.” She lay her hand on his arm, “it’s in my every touch, my every kiss. I never lied to you, I couldn’t lie to you I just couldn’t say that name because I knew it would break my heart.”
He looked as if he were going to speak and then his lips hit hers, his arms wrapped around her and they were kissing with a ferocity neither had experienced before. They wrestled with passion and liust as the importance and depth of their
relationship cam apparent. As Christopher pushed a hand up and under her long skirts she reached down to prise him from his formal trousers. They were getting covered in grass stains but they didn’t care.
“I’m sorry,” he panted as his fingers slipped into her wet slit, “I’m so very sorry.”
“So am I,” she moaned and squeezed her cock in her fingers, “please tell me my name won’t ruin this.”
“It won’t,” he pressed her down into the grass and placed himself between her thighs.
“Promise.” He pushed into her and exclaimed her name as he began to thrust.
“I love you,” she shouted as orgasmic joy spread through her. She’d never said it before.
“I love you too,” he replied, “I’ll love you forever.”
They snuggled together, clothes ruffled, hearts pounding and watched the sun set.
“What are we going to do? We can’t live our life here in the orchard.” Anna finally spoke what was on her mind.
“”We’re going to lay ancient history to rest,” he said, “Anna Jones, daughter of my enemy, will you marry me?”
“Oh, Christopher Smith, man who my father hates I will marry you.”
They laughed hesitantly.
“I’m not sure this is going to go down well with my Dad.” She sighed.
“Nor mine,” He added, “but I’m going to marry the woman I love, no matter what.”
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