posted in Friends Friday | Tagged: erotic romance, Her Captive Muse, Indigo Skye, shy guys
I’ve lately been intrigued by the quiet, shy, smoldering type. You know the type of guy I’m talking about, right? He’s the one who won’t say a word all night, but only stands on the fringes of things looking at you in an uncomfortably intense way, like he knows the innermost workings of your soul.
That was my original impetus for writing the short story, Cherry Boy. I’ve always fantasized about deflowering a shy, inexperienced young man, teaching him all the mysteries and pleasures of the bedroom. I want to be a sexual priestess, initiating them into manhood.
During my stint as a Phone-Sex Goddess, there were many times when the caller wouldn’t- or couldn’t- say a word. Stunned into silence by my sexy voice, he would choke. When this happened, I didn’t panic. I didn’t try to make him speak, knowing this would only make him hang up in terror. I’d been trained to handle just such an emergency.
I purred, “Is that a shy guy on the line? It turns me on to know you’re out there, listening…” Then I’d launch into a fantasy and get myself off, while he listened attentively. I was intrigued by these shy guys, and they soon became my favorite callers. It gave me a sense of power to know I could intimidate (and stimulate) someone so completely. My seductive stories wove a spell, and they were helpless, enchanted. I bonded with my Inner Dominatrix, predatory and irresistible. It was even better when my smoky, sexy voice could draw them out of their shells, make them speak up at last.
For years I dated the center-of-attention guys, the class clowns, life of the party. It was difficult not to. They were everywhere, and they take up so much oxygen in a room there’s hardly any air for anyone else to breathe. (Braggarts, bastards, bullies- and all of them were bad in bed.) You have to look at them, the way you have to look at a train-wreck or a bad stand-up comedian- it’s so awful your eyes don’t know where else to go.
I recently attended a party- not some sophisticated soiree with chilled champagne and fancy canapés, but the kind of party where people do keg-stands and pick fights. At this party, I noticed the usual assortment of drunken assholes- the sort of guy I would have gone home with, in the past. That night, they just didn’t interest me- they seemed interchangeable, boring, predictable.
Alpha males, trying to establish dominance in the pack. These are the guys who spit when they talk, throw up in the bathtub, flirt with your best friend, and pinch your ass on the way out the door, going, “Great party.” They all seemed the same, the way brothers seem the same- but these guys weren’t brothers, they were just drunk.
After several tedious conversations with these so-called alpha males, I noticed a couple of other guys standing on the fringes. They looked uncomfortable in their own skins, like they didn’t know anyone and weren’t sure if they were in the right place. Because I often feel awkward at parties (I’m just better at hiding it), I struck up random conversations with each of them at different points during the night. John was cuttingly sarcastic, hilarious. He made me laugh, and he looked at me like I was the only woman in the room worth talking to. I found him funny, self-deprecating and interesting, if a little awkward. The kind of guy who doesn’t fake a smile, doesn’t even know how. I saw him smile, laugh for the first time all night- a genuine smile, a real laugh.
The quiet guy with his back against the wall, holding a drink he doesn’t really want, the kind of guy who won’t say anything unless he’s actually got something of substance to say, the one who’s watching the action from the edge of the crowd- he’s the one I want. (Not the guy who’s trying to impress me with overblown drunken stories and manly braggadocio. Not him, please. He’s boring, and he can’t fuck.) I want the quiet shy one, the one who looks at me intently without saying a word, trying to work up the nerve to make a move. Alpha males with their territorial pissings bore me to death.
The second shy guy- Thomas- wasn’t shy at all, once I struck up a conversation with him. We talked about writing, art, food, career aspirations- a real conversation. He wasn’t trying to get into my pants in some obvious, sophomoric way. He didn’t pinch my ass, or stare at my tits instead of making eye contact. His approach was more subtle- if it was an approach at all. He asked about my book, said he’d always wanted to write. Our conversation was interesting and surprisingly deep, given the circumstances.
Of all the people I talked to that night, only the ones who weren’t trying to be noticed had anything memorable to say. Let this be a lesson to me. The next time I’m at a party, I will remember this- the most interesting men aren’t the ones hamming it up for the crowd. Instead, I’ll look for the shy guy, the one standing on the edge of the action, waiting for me to notice him. He’s the one going home with my digits!
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since we first met,” Morgan said. “That’s one of the main reasons I hired you.” She stripped off her silky gown.
“Why didn’t you mention that in the interview?” He tweaked one nipple. “I would have jumped you then and there.”
“Oh?” She raised a brow and gave him a skeptical look, as though she suspected he was just being kind.
“In a heartbeat.” Brendan grinned and kissed her again. “But you were such a bitch! I thought you hated me or something.”
“I can be a bitch. Especially when I get nervous. That’s when the claws come out.” She raked her nails down his chest, and he shivered. “My shrink says it’s a defense mechanism.”
“I make you nervous?”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“Do I?” He nibbled at her throat, sampling the delicate flesh there. She tasted of jasmine and smoke.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Brendan smiled and gave her a lingering kiss. “You make me nervous, too.”
“In a good way?” She wrapped one of his curls around her finger and gave it a little tug.
“In the best way.” God, she made him horny.
“You should be nervous. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“I can’t wait to find out.” Brendan tried to keep his words light, but a tremor of uneasiness broke through. He’d been around the block a few times, but he sure as hell wasn’t Dong Juan. He had a few moves—strictly amateur—a little experience, and a whole lot of enthusiasm. But Morgan was older—more sophisticated than the girls he’d been with in the past. Plus, she had tons of money, was famous, and wicked kinky. The Jim Morrison of the art world.
He knew her dark desires before they ever met—you could tell just by looking at her paintings. He’d studied them in Modern Art 101. Her typical subjects were fragile young men chained to beds or bound on their hands and knees. He remembered their bodies—thin and bruised and beautiful anyway—as if they’d been beaten with whips and chains. Beautiful . . . in spite of the pain or because of it. She took their scars and made them sing—made them shine. It was her gift.
She eats guys like me for breakfast. Morgan reminded him of the praying mantises he’d seen on the nature channel. What if she broke out the whips and chains and hot candle wax and shit? Could he ever hope to please a woman like that? He didn’t know, but he was determined to try.
“Tell me something.” She broke away from his embrace in the middle of a very hot kiss.
“What? Ask me anything.” He was rock-hard and more than a little distracted.
“Have you ever done this before?”
Fuck. Busted. “What, kissing?” he asked. He laughed, tried to sound casual. “Sure.”
“No—have you ever had sex?”
“Yeah.” He worked to keep a defensive tone from creeping into his voice. When she stayed silent, he pressed her. “Why? Am I doing something wrong?”
“No. Just—you seem shy. Nervous. I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“I’m just trying to take it slow.” Brendan stroked the curve of her hip. “I don’t want to scare you.” He bent to kiss her breasts again.
She laughed, hard and loud. “You’re not going to scare me.” She shoved him back down on the bed and straddled his hips. “I might scare you, but you couldn’t scare me if you tried. Anyway, I don’t want you to scare me.”
“What do you want?” He bucked his hips beneath her, horny and impatient. “I’m not psychic.”
“Just be sweet to me—and fuck me all night long.” She ran her long fingers down his chest toward his cock. “Can you?” she asked. “Be sweet?”
“I’ll fuck you until you scream. I’ll stay in bed with you all weekend—never mind all night. But sweetness?” Now it was his turn to laugh. “I can try. But I gotta warn you, I’m not very good at sweet. If you’re after sugar and spice and everything nice, you might have the wrong guy.” Brendan smiled and pinched her ass.
“You’ll learn,” she said. “The willingness to try is everything—in life and in art.”
“If you say so.” His cock jumped at her feather-light touch.
“I do.” She grinned and stroked him harder. With one cool hand, Morgan grasped the base of his shaft. She slipped a condom over the tip and rolled it down the hard curve of his cock. Morgan kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest. She rubbed up against his body and spread her legs wide. Her cunt opened for him like a flower and he eased his cock into her tight little slit.
She took just the tip at first, refusing to lower herself farther onto his aching shaft, the little tease. “Beg me for it.”
“Please. Please fuck me.”
In the next breathless moment, she embraced it all. So hot and wet—goddamn! Brendan gasped in pleasure. Morgan’s pussy gripped his shaft with surprising strength when he tried to pull out.
“Wait, not yet.” Morgan ground her hips against him in a hypnotic figure eight—the symbol of infinity made flesh. Brendan closed his eyes and bit down hard on his bottom lip. He took a deep breath, trying to control his wild urge to flip her over, take control, and fuck her brains out.
In his mind, Brendan went to the beach. Silky white sand sifted beneath his bare feet. The wind blew his hair back from his face—he could almost smell the salty tang of the sea. He sighed. California—always wanted to go there. Maybe someday. He felt the sun beat down on his face. Her pussy was so good—tight and hot—slick with her juices. The slow rhythm of her hips rocked him like gentle waves breaking against the shore.
Indigo Skye is a writer and photographer living in the American Southwest. Her first novel, Her Captive Muse, was released by Noble Romance Publishers in January. Her work has been widely published online. Last fall, her short story “True Confession” was published in the anthology Uniform Behavior. Her short story, “My Demon Lover,” was recently featured in the Noble Romance Anthology, Red Roses & Shattered Glass. A full list of her published works is available on her blog,
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When Brendan Delaney answered an ad for an artist’s model, he was looking for an easy way to earn some extra cash. But Morgan Roan wanted more than just a model. Soon, Brendan finds himself caught in a web of deception and desire, lust and betrayal—her captive muse. What price pleasure?
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Silver Flash! Antique Seduction part 4.
posted in FlashFiction | Tagged: Antique Seduction, BBW, curvy, free read, Freebie, masturbation month, Rubenesque, self love, Silver Flash
It’s Silver Flash day, yay! I missed this last week. And today’s prompt is “Just pretend I am not here.”
To quickly recap Antique Seduction started with Richard wanting to buy an item of furniture from Elizabeth’s Antique shop. There has been some kissing, some flirting and some dancing in front of a roaring log fire. Elizabeth just admitted her lustful desires to Richard. What might happen next?
“I knew it,” Richard said and stroked his fingers through my loosened hair, “I knew it the moment we kissed.”
He pressed his lips to mine and I felt the anticipation triple inside of me. I was really going to find out exactly what Richard had below his exquisitely cut suit. I was excited and scared all at once.
He let his fingers fall between them and after only a few moments he had freed all the buttons from their holes and pushed the blouse back and off her shoulders. She started work on his own buttons and soon felt the warmth of his hard, lightly haired chest and pushed the material out of the way. He crushed her to him in a tight embrace and their lips met once more.
Next her skirt hit the floor and despite the intense heat of the crackling log fire she felt a shiver of cold pass through her body.
“Elizabeth,” Richard Stood back, “I want to tell you something.”
“What, now?” Elizabeth hissed, “Can’t it wait?”
“No, I want to ask you to do something for me.”
“Okay,” She twiddled her fingers in front of her. She hoped and prayed he wasn’t going to ask her to dress in a bunny suit or anything equally as weird.
“I like to watch. I’m a voyeur, it turns me on. I’d love to see you masturbate for me.”
“Masturbate for you?”
“Yes, I mean, if it helps you can close your eyes and just pretend I’m not here but I would love to watch you, please Elizabeth?”
She looked up, her cheeks were hot and her mind whirred with possible answers. She was a vanilla girl generally, she’d never done anything particularly kinky. Hell it took her months to undress before her last boyfriend and this man, this virtual stranger when all was said and done wanted to watch her intimately pleasure herself.
She was scared but she was also flattered and definitely turned on.
“If you’re not comfortable with it, you don’t have to,” back-tracked Richard.
“No,” Elizabeth said firmly, “No, I want to do it, I want to try it but I’ve never done this before, well not with someone watching me anyway.” She giggled nervously.
“It’s alright, make yourself comfortable on the sofa there in front of the fire and I’ll sit in this seat by the fireside.”
When he sat down on the chair he melted into the shadows. She could still see him, still see the glint of his eyes but she felt better because his overwhelming male presence had sunk into the background and she didn’t feel quite so exposed.
She lowered herself onto the sofa and lay herself down so she was comfortable and of course angled towards Richard’s chair. She closed her eyes and reveled in the caress of worn velvet on her body and the heat of the crackling fire. She stroked her fingers over her chest and danced the tips around the lacy pattern on her bra. She took in a shuddering breath and tried to relax.
She couldn’t pretend he wasn’t but she closed her eyes so she could concentrate on what she was doing and not on the audience. She was easily aroused. Her nipples strained against lace as she idly swept her hands over her fleshy mounds. She moved her touch lower, stroked her stomach and tried to hold back fears over its rotundness. She carried on quickly and dipped her fingers into the top of her knickers.
His breathy moan let her know He was excited and the release of his zip further impressed that on her mind. She was wet, she explored her well known contours and noticed the stickiness of her lips. Apparently she had an exhibitionist streak. After rubbing herself slowly for a few moments beneath the material of her underwear she decided to be daring and set about sliding them off.
“Yes,” Richard said and her eyes flashed open. He stared at her, his cock strained up out of the shadows. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips. She didn’t need to imagine anything to inspire her self love. She just looked over at the gorgeous man by the fireside stroking his cock in time to her fingers dipping inside her.
She couldn’t look anywhere but at him as she rubbed over her aching clit. She imagined how good he would feel inside of her, how he would taste between her lips and how it would feel to orgasm with his dick inside of her. She whimpered and moaned. She had been nervous before but she forgot all that in the urgency of her desire and his stare.
She was a star and he silently urged her to climax. When she came her eyelids slammed shut as the ecstasy invigorated her and shook her from top to toe. When she found the energy to reopen them Richard stood beside her, his cock just in her line of sight.
“Thank you,” he gasped, “thank you so much and now I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you so hard because I feel like I will explode if I don’t.”
“Come on then,” Elizabeth said with a languid curl of her finger, “I need you inside me.”
Her shyness melted away in the boiling heat of her arousal as he lowered himself to the sofa between her open thighs.
I feel today’s episode is perfectly pertinent as May is masturbation month. I hope you enjoyed it.
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posted in Blog | Tagged: Competition, Freebie, Getting Together, Royal Wedding
Hello all! I hope that the Brits reading this enjoyed a lovely extra day off yesterday for the Royal Wedding! Who watched it? I was surprisingly glued to the action from about 9am right up until the kisses on the balcony, after that point I lost interest. I loved Catherine’s dress and watching all the ladies in their big hats.
I’m such a big, sappy romantic at heart that I welled up a few times during the service. I think it is a beautiful thing indeed that the coming together (no pun intended) of two people in a marriage ceremony can unite so many people around the world and bring such joy, laughter and smiles. It’s bloody beautiful, that’s what it is.
Now whether you were glued to the whole event or whether you went out of your way to avoid it all I have a treat for you all. A extract AND a contest.
Yesterday might well have been the most watched wedding of 2011 but now I have a glimpse into the most entertaining wedding of 2011! Getting Hitched is the third book in my Getting Together series and John and Terri who first met in a gym in Getting Physical are finally ready to tie the knot. It may be the day Terri has dreamed of all her life but things just don’t seem to be going to plan. Her Father can’t make it, the cake was in a terrible accident and the beautiful wedding dress won’t fit. So will there be a wedding at all?
Here’s a little sample for you based around the dress dilemma:
In hindsight, it was not the best idea to treat my darling curvaceous wife to be with a calorific dessert just after she’s spent an afternoon with her mother trying to fit into her impossibly small wedding dress. I’m not always the brightest star in the sky if you know what I mean but I just wanted her to feel better. I know her mum had a habit of stressing her out.
I gave her a few minutes after I heard her run upstairs. I’d like you to think that I was using some clever strategy, that I was giving her some time alone to deal with her anger. In reality I panicked and I spent ten minutes dithering about with my shirt and washing the dinner plates whilst I tried to work out what to do.
In the end I decided I had to go and check on her so I went upstairs and found her curled up on the bed, her back to the door. I walked over and sat on the opposite edge.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘I really am. I wanted to do something nice for you but I didn’t really think it through. All I want is for you to be happy.’
‘Food isn’t happiness.’ She sniffed.
‘No, it’s not but I wanted to treat the woman I love after what I knew would have been a stressful afternoon, I really meant to make you feel better. I didn’t mean to upset you at all.’
‘But you know I’m on a diet.’ She sighed and rolled over to face me. I could see from the pink puffiness of her eyes that she’d been crying. ‘I know and that’s why I wanted to indulge you, because you’ve been so good lately.’
‘But John, I have so much weight still left to lose, the dress is nowhere near closing yet and the wedding is only six weeks away.’
‘Terri, I don’t want to upset you more but I honestly don’t understand why you’re doing this to yourself. It’s just a dress.’
‘I cannot walk down the aisle in my jogging pants and oversized T-shirt. I have the perfect wedding dress, the one I’ve always dreamt of wearing when I marry the best man in all the world. I have to wear it, I have to or I’ll know something just isn’t right. I want it to be perfect.’
‘Do what makes you happy, love, but all this stressing and dieting isn’t making you happy, it’s making you ill!’
‘I need to fit that dress, John, I need to and I will do what I have to do to make the damn thing fit.’
‘You do know that our wedding day is going to be perfect no matter what you wear or what happens, don’t you?’ I smiled and ran a hand down her arm.
‘I’m going to marry you, so of course. It’s going to be the most special day of my life to date, I know that, I do. I know I sound crazy going on about this dress but it means so much to me.’
‘I know it does, I just don’t want you to make yourself ill stressing over it.’ I placed an arm over her shoulders and she snuggled up against me.
‘I know. You’re only looking after me. I’m sorry about the doughnut, I shouldn’t have thrown it at you.’
‘It’s all right, love. I don’t think any permanent damage has been done, well, I might never wear that shirt again. Jam is a bugger to get out.’
Terri Laughed. I was so relieved to hear that sound that I squeezed her tightly.
‘I can get another shirt.’ I shrugged.
‘Or you could go topless, I really like that idea.’ She purred and lifted her face to mine for a kiss.
‘I don’t think the guys at work would appreciate it,’ I squeezed out between kisses.
‘Ah, but the girls would love it,’ she added, running a finger down my naked chest.
‘So you say,’ I gasped as she followed her finger trail with kisses, ‘I’m not so sure.’
‘Any hot blooded woman who sees this lithe, lean chest,’ she stroked my stomach and made my cock bounce within my trousers, ‘and this perfectly flat stomach will not be able to stop herself from imagining what it would be like to touch you and to slip her hands under your waistband.’
As she spoke she pulled open the button on my work pants and teased down the zip. Her warm hand insinuated itself inside my boxers and then her delicate fingers grasped my hard on.
‘They’d want to do this, to feel your cock in their hands as they admire your gorgeous body. They’d want to get down on their knees before you and suck you, all the time looking up and enjoying the view.’ Her voice alone turned me on.
My mind became a haze of lust as she touched me and kissed down to my stomach, stretching her body out beside me until she was laid on her stomach with her mouth poised just above my cock.
‘But, they will be left frustrated at the end of the day whereas I can live out my fantasies.’
I’ll announce the winner on Monday so you have until 6pm on the 11th May to leave your comment!
Friends Friday – Nichelle Gregory!
posted in Friends Friday | Tagged: #FF, Competition, Nichelle Gregory
TGIF!!! Victoria, thanks for having me on your fabulous blog today! It’s always fun to share secrets about how an idea blossoms into a full-fledged story!
Diamonds, danger and desire take my heroine and hero by storm in Hearts & Diamonds, my latest contemporary release with Total E-Bound! As an author, there’s nothing more exciting than writing a story that simply flows…no creative blocks, no wild detours taken by the characters or plot…just a great tale that unfolds like magic!
This doesn’t happen with every book written, so when it does, it’s pretty special. Hearts & Diamonds will always be one of my favourite stories for that very reason. The premise for the story was inspired by my own life experience. When I was in college, I worked for a jewelry store and I can honestly say I loved the job! I enjoyed learning about all the precious stones, gold, platinum and of course diamonds!
I especially loved the fact that anyone who stepped up to the counter was either there to celebrate a happy occasion- newlywed couples were my absolute fave…or something sparkly had caught their eye in the window. I liked the challenge of finding a piece of jewelry that those window shoppers just simply had to have.
I also learned how to protect myself against would be jewel thieves. Did you know the jewelry industry loses more than 100 million dollars a year in stolen goods?
I know…pretty crazy! Anyway, those memories of my former job sparked my muse and thus the storyline for Hearts & Diamonds unfolded – A jewelry heist that brings two people together and changes the course of their lives forever!
I love my heroine, Nia, she’s placed in a terrifying situation, but she’s not a weak, helpless female. When her routine life intersects with Quin, she’s not afraid to go after what she wants…namely him!
And Quin! He’s totally alpha…closed off and about business…government business. He’s a federal agent, you see, and he’s all about his job…well, at least until Nia rips through his red tape.
So, tell me, what is your favourite gemstone besides the obvious choice – diamonds? I love moonstone, aquamarine, peridot and sapphire gemstones. My wedding ring is a beautiful natural yellow sapphire!
Enjoy the weekend! And if you’re in the mood for a sexy read with scorching hot sex, dangerous thrills and a heart-warming ending, Hearts & Diamonds awaits your reading pleasure!
Please leave your comments before Friday 6th May to be entered into the contest! One Comment per person will count but leave more if you’d like to!
Hearts & Diamonds by Nichelle Gregory
Passion sparks the moment Nia Sanders unknowingly meets federal agent Quin Rios. Nia Sanders knows diamonds. She appreciates and envies the heart-felt emotions of her customers buying them. When federal agent, Quin Rios saves her life in the middle of a violent jewel heist, she finds herself attracted to the sensual possibilities beneath his uber professional, self-contained persona. Determined to keep her safe as he solves the case, Quin can’t let his attraction to Nia distract him. The heat of their fiery passion consumes them as they both struggle to control their emotions…neither are prepared to lose their heart.
Nia gasped as her mouse slipper slipped beneath her and she stumbled towards Quin. The water hit him seconds before she fell to her knees in front of him. “I am so sorry.” She blinked in sheer mortification as the liquid seeped into the dark fabric on his thighs. Her gaze drifted further up his leg to see the unmistakable bulge inches away from her. “It’s okay.”
Nia dragged her eyes up from his pants to meet his heated gaze. “No, it’s not.”
Quin ran his finger down the tip of her nose. “It is. I needed to cool off anyway.”
A ribbon of desire coursed along every nerve ending in her body as he stood up and offered both hands. “Let me help you up.”
She took them, visualising an actual spark of electricity from his touch as he yanked her up from the ground. “Thanks, Quin.” She lifted her chin, saw the same longing in his eyes and something twisted in her stomach as they stared at one another. She laced her fingers with his as time stood still. “Kiss me.”
The whispered request shocked her. She waited with baited breath for him to move, her words, her heart lay before him. Just when she would’ve pulled away, he groaned and pulled her against his chest.
His hands skimmed up her arms, into her hair as he kissed her. She melted into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed his fierce kiss. He took over and she wanted him to. Her moan of pleasure only encouraged him to delve deeper, tasting and stroking her tongue as he backed her up against the dining room wall. She could barely breathe, lost in the rhythm of his masterful kisses. One hand left her hair to cup her ass, kneading the soft curve beneath her dress. She ran her hands through his hair, loving the feel of the thick texture between her fingers as he pressed his hard cock against her belly.
“You’re so sexy,” Quin said, breaking away to look down at her.
“Ditto.” She closed her eyes as he claimed her lips again, this time in a soft, sensual caress that left her boneless. He ended the kiss and her body craved more.
“Quin…” She sighed as his lips brushed her temple.
“Nia—”
The shrill sound of her phone ringing broke the moment, stopped her from making another brazen request of his body. She pulled away from his embrace to reach for the handheld laying on the dining room table. “Hello?”
“I needed those diamonds.”
Nia froze.
The cold voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable.
“Tess?” She whipped around to look at Quin already on alert as he tapped his watch and indicated for her to keep on talking. “Where are you?”
“Closer than you think.”
The line went dead as Nia stared at Quin. She handed him the phone in a daze.
“What did she say?”
“She said she ‘needed’ those diamonds. I think she threatened me.”
“Tell me exactly what she said.” He took out his cell as she repeated the conversation. She watched him for a second, noting how easy it was for him to shift gears. Could he really have just given her the best damn kisses of her life? One wouldn’t think it’d happened now as he relayed what had happened and gave out orders to whoever was on the other line.
posted in Blog | Tagged: Competition, Lincoln Book Festival
This is just a quick little note to apologise for being so very quiet of late! My laptop, Connie (short for Constance) got poorly and had to go away to be mended. She’s just come back to me today after 2 weeks away, huzzah.
So I promise you more posts, more excerpts and more contests in the coming weeks. I’ll bring you all the news from the Lincoln Book Festival where I am joining other Total-E-Bound authors in the Mum’s tent. It’s going to be so much fun. So if you’re going to be in Lincoln on the 14th May then definitely come and find me!
Things are hotting up and I’m going to be announcing a fantastic new contest really soon so keep an eye on the site to make sure you’re in it to win it.
Right now I really do need to be getting on, I have ALOT of writing to do in the next few days because I know you’re all eager to read the next Blisse release!
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