The Long and Short of it are celebrating National Humour month with a MASSIVE competition which spans every day of April and today, 1st April it’s my go.

To find out how you can win a PDF copy of Getting Physical and a pack of Victoria Blisse goodies sent to your door please visit The long and Short of It reviews to find out what you have to do!

PS: I promise this is not an April Fools Joke!

Well, they are predicting a big chill for this coming weekend up here in the North West of England and as I am currently working on a Christmas story to submit to Total-E-Bound I am feeling in quite a wintry mood.

So, if you’re cuddling up and stoking up the fires pick up one of my wintry titles to keep you warm until the spring weather finds it’s way back to us!

Here’s a perfect, long read to enjoy with a hot cuppa and a comforting slice of cake.

Making it Real.

He’s her secret fantasy, but what will happen between them in reality?

Mary loves the Internet but is surprised to find herself falling in love over it. Will is a mysterious American and Mary is thrilled to find out he’s coming over to England, and amazed when he wants to meet with her. But will the heat that freely flows from monitor to monitor be present in the cold reality of Manchester in winter?

Here’s an Excerpt to get you warmed up!

“I was intrigued to find he was significantly younger than the thirty years stated in the forum name. He’d stumbled across the forum while researching something for his latest company. He was a whiz kid, a successful businessman and a sharp debater; my complete opposite. I waited tables in a local café to make ends meet whilst I pretended to have a career in writing. I was getting stories published, but I wasn’t challenging JK Rowling is the sales stakes.
I couldn’t get the guy out of my mind and, as we’d barely interacted, it was kind of worrying. I logged off the internet and attempted to concentrate on the novel I was working on at the time. As I tapped away at my laptop keys I found myself placing William’s features on the character I was writing. The scene twisted into something completely unsuitable for a non-erotic historical romance.
“Why Sir, you flatter me.” She giggled and hid behind her fan.
“But you are the most beautiful and desirous female here.” he replied, his dark, almost black eyes fixing her in their gaze. “I want you, Mary and I want you now. Right here on this dining table. Push away the cutlery, candlesticks and napkins and lie down for me, whilst I undo all your layers and bury my face in the sweet musky smell of your muff.”
“Snap out of it!” I yelled out loud. I highlighted and deleted the erotic paragraph. I stared at the blank space for a good fifteen minutes before I gave up, switched off and went to bed. He was in my mind even as I lay under the heavy duvet. Each time I closed my eyes I saw that big, knowing smile. What does he know? I wondered and imagined he knew I was there, lying naked in my bed.”

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Three is my favourite number. Back at school we used to do our register by calling out a number. It was quick and worked well. I was number 3 and I’ve always been attached to the number.

So, here’s 3 random groups of threes to entertain you today!

Three Meals I’ve cooked this week:

Gammon & Pineapple with New potatoes and peas. (The husband has given up chips for Lent!)

Beef Stew (in the slow cooker) and Mashed Potatoes.

Pesto pasta with peas. (I like peas)

Three Stories I have written containing Threesomes:

Masquerading Hearts.

Seasons of Blisse. (Pigtails and Pumpkins)

Sexier Side of The Hill.

Three Super Short, Super Hot Excerpts.

He made me come all over his face. I screamed and shuddered and, after a moment, tried to close my thighs, but he wouldn’t let me. I felt so sensitive, but he just kept on licking me.

“No more,” I gasped. “I can’t take it.”

“I’ll say when you can’t take any more,” he growled and returned to what he was doing. He moved his tongue around my clit, careful not to hit it directly, and I couldn’t help but moan. He slipped his tongue lower and replaced his finger inside me with it. He sucked me dry, his tongue probing and prodding until I was screaming and panting and coming all over again from his talented attention to my sensitive slit.

“Now, I’ll stop.” He grinned and licked his lips. “Because I need to fuck you.”

Night of the Senses-Vanilla Spice.

“Tim,” I exclaimed as I felt it pop loose and my breasts dropped a little without the lifting aid of the bra. I was scared he’d hate the sight of my large breasts. They were nowhere near perky and perfect. I was worried he’d be disgusted.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I want to see you and feel you. Please?”

I nodded my acquiescence, and he pulled the bra forward and slipped it down my arms. “Oh God, Jane, you’re beautiful.” He ran his fingers down my chest and around my breasts, teasing the skin and zoning in on my nipples.

“So soft, so creamy, what beautiful breasts.” His eyes focused on my chest, his tone conveyed deep delight and his fingers worshipped my flesh. I felt elated and in a contrast to moments earlier I pushed my chest out wantonly and gasped as he took my nipples in his fingers and squeezed and tugged at them. A second later, he was man-handling one into his mouth. The feel of his suction drove me wild, and I groaned to let out some of the sexual pressure building up inside of me from his examination and gentle but demanding fingers.

Secret Surprise.

“

You have the most wonderful fingers.”

“Thank you.” I glanced up and he was smiling, but there was something wistful in his glance. I turned over.

“But the ache isn’t in my back.” I smiled, then took his hand and pressed it to my breast.

“It’s down here.” I pressed his hand over and under my breasts, undulated it over my stomach and down to my pussy. Apparently, Lady Mary was not in the least bit shy.

“Oh yes,” he groaned “I can feel your pain.” He slipped his fingers between my lips and teased my clit. My body screamed its pleasure at this direct contact and I thrust my hips up towards him.

“And I want to taste it.”

He lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked off the juices, then lay down beside me. His cock was rock hard and pointed skyward.

“Would Ma’am care for a ride?” He winked at me and then pointed to his face. I grinned back; surprised, but pleasantly so.

Making It Real