Sunday, July 24, 2011

AGW reprise


 
I wish I knew what was going on, but frankly I don't. It seems that A Gentleman's Wager has been re-released in the UK (this is good since it was out of print) with the original 2003 cover (left) rather than the 2008 cover (below) which would make more sense. Guess Ebury who acquired Virgin's back catalogue have decided to put out some of those books. I thought I'd seen a projected release date of October, but hey, July is fine too. Anyway, it means it's available again, at least in the UK. Amazon link here.

We Were Lovers Once

Once upon a time I wrote a story. It was a melancholy mood piece all about loss and change and getting older, which isn't exactly a typical theme for an erotic romance. However, being the optimistic sort (or mad) I sent it out into the world, and by some miracle it ended up in the Mammoth Book of Hot Romance, which was released earlier this week in the UK (out 23rd August in the US).


Here's a little sneak peek at my contribution to this fab collection.

Snippet from "We Were Lovers Once."

Gabriel wrestles a hand below my skirt. His gloves are cool against my thighs. One finger flicks upward and brushes the lace of my panties. Tremulously, I try to push him away, but he thrusts me up against the stacks of paintings, so that my bottom rests upon the top of an ornate brass frame and my back arches towards the wall.

“Stop!”

“Is that really what you want?” He rests his hands lightly upon my knees as he lifts one eyebrow. “Don’t you really long to give in. Weren’t you wild once?”

“Never.” Ray was the wild one, the instigator. I was just drawn to his flame. But looking back I know that’s a lie I’ve been drip-feeding myself for over two decades. It’s the way I’ve reconciled myself to the role I chose. I thought I wanted stability and a decent life in suburbia. I’ve made myself into a perfect wife. I’ve performed to the best of my ability, but this staid laced-up woman isn’t me. The real me is buried deep inside, screaming and flailing now determined to get out. And like his father before him, Gabriel sees it. He slides his hands up my thighs again, until his thumb tip brushes the lace of my knickers, and presses between the lips of my slit.

“Take them off, I dare you.”

This has gone too far! “What sort of pretence at mourning is this?”

And yet, even as a protest, my nerves zing with excitement.

Gabriel’s silver eyes gleam with all the wickedness I could ever wish for. “Tell me to stop again, and maybe I’ll believe you.” One long finger hooks around the leg elastic and touches me intimately. I squirm, but not because of any desire to get away. No, I want more than this tease. I want to feel ecstasy again. I want the bliss a man’s fingers working over my clit can bring. I desire sex that is dirty and crude. That is painful, irresistible and debauched.

“Are you going to take off yours?” I ask, when he tugs again at the lace.

“I don’t have any on.”

“Prove it.” I shove him backwards, and this time I do not find him immobile. He retreats, whilst working open his belt buckle. God, he’s so like Ray, right down to the way he snags his bottom lip with his tooth as he concentrates. Fly undone; he coyly teases the flap of fabric away from his loins, offering me only a momentary glimpse before he hides his assets again. Three times he repeats the gesture, before I shimmy down from my perch among the paintings and rip the fabric from his hand. His trousers pool around his feet, and I shove the hem of his shirt up to towards his breastbone.

Gabriel watches my reaction from under his eyebrows. It’s a look of stubborn defiance that is both incredibly needy and fantastically hot. Unlike Ray, Gabriel is clean-shaven. Ink decorates his skin in place of hair, the black lines extending in a bold pattern of knots along the length of his cock, the end of which is pierced with a silver hoop. I wrap a hand around his shaft, but he doesn’t react, bar a subtle hiss when I deliberately squeeze, and then rotate the ring.

“Inked and silvered. I guess I can be pretty certain you’re not a werewolf.”

“I’m a changeling,” he snarls back, and if I didn’t know better I’d swear the gleam in his eyes was born of magic. “Your knickers,” he demands holding out a hand. He steps free of his pooled trousers, and throws his jacket and tie over the hat stand before pulling his shirt over his head, so that he stands before me naked.

Read the rest in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance

Monday, July 18, 2011

Portia Promo


Little bit of promo for my good friend Portia Da Costa today, who has a new anthology of short sexy works out.





A Walk on the Wild Side Books presentation

Blurb:

Portia Da Costa presents five short, sexy works that have also been published as standalones, all bundled together in a naughty medley offering over 40,500 steamy words at a super value price, half the cost of buying all the individual items separately!

This frisky erotic potpourri includes tales of BDSM, exhibitionism, m/m, m/f/m, an office lust/hate relationship... and zombies! Obviously not all those elements are in one story... but who knows, one day that might be one helluva project to tackle!

Here's the lineup:

The Efficiency Expert - erotic short story

Still stinging from a stringent management review at her workplace, office girl Susie encounters the very last man she wants to meet when she hits her favorite bar to relax and unwind. Gorgeous Noah Stevens is the ruthless company troubleshooter who's been making her life hell for the past three weeks, but after hours, he soon proves that his dedication to "efficiency" can work wonders in the bedroom.

Glint - short story of exhibitionism and voyeurism

While enjoying a lazy day at the beach, sexy holidaymakers Suzy and Gavin see a sudden glint of light flash from the headland overlooking their patch of sand, and realize that somebody's watching them through a pair of binoculars! Far from being alarmed, hedonistic Suzy finds the forbidden scrutiny deliciously exciting, and turned on by her own latent exhibitionism, she and Gavin decide to put on a titillating performance… and really give the distant voyeur something to watch!

Wesley and the Sex Zombies - erotic horror short story

Computer wizard Wesley Greensward is having a terrible day. His girlfriend is cheating, his best friend has let him down and he hates his job. Then, in a grungy motorway service café, a vision of unearthly loveliness walks into his life. It's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen... and the most beautiful man.

But while Wesley weaves an erotic fantasy about these two mysterious and delectable strangers, Luciferia and Maximillian are plotting and planning too... and their arcane scheme might mean the end of Wesley's life!

Forbidden Treasures - BDSM novelette

When Alice Porter finds a chest full of vintage curiosa at an antique market, she little realizes how her discovery of the forgotten treasures of an Edwardian disciplinarian will change her life. The sexy hoard includes a punishment ledger and a well used rattan cane, and the bygone items intrigue her husband Julian too. Sharing and experimenting with the writings and the wicked implement, the lovers begin a voyage of forbidden sensuality that shocks and thrills them both, revealing dark secrets from Julian's past and bringing the two of them closer together than they've ever been before.

Power of Three - romantic/erotic menage novella

Sun-drenched days and lush steamy nights stir strange desires in singleton Laurie Jones. She's been betrayed by her philandering fiancé, but that doesn't mean her libido is dead, no way. In fact the rampant hedonism of the lovers' resort where she's spending her solo honeymoon only makes her feel hornier than ever; especially when she watches her raunchy neighbors cavorting in a blatant threesome.

But relief is at hand for Laurie in the form of Ed and Denny, two gorgeous hunks sharing another nearby cabana. Golden boy Denny, and dark, enigmatic Ed are red hot for each other, but they also adore women too, and the sexy, generous pair quickly draw Laurie into a sizzling erotic ménage that not only expands her sexual horizons in a way that blows her mind, but also heals the pain inflicted upon her by her lost fiancé.

Author's note:

These stories contain explicit scenes of erotic activity and experimentation, including sex with multiple partners, spanking, caning, exhibitionistic sex and voyeurism and male/male lovemaking.

Excerpts of the individual stories are available at:  www.portiadacosta.com/selfpublished.html

Available from SmashwordsAll Romance eBooksAmazon Kindle USDiesel eBooks and Amazon Kindle UK. Other vendors to follow.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Bleurk!

This is me at the moment with my red nose and tickly ears, feeling sorry for myself. So much for all my good intentions at the start of the week. I was determined I was going to get the final final (well, until it sells) version of Darleston's book off to my agent on Tuesday. That didn't quite work out. Last chapter needed more work that I could manage in one day, then I spent all of Tuesday at school sports day being crisped by the sun. Wednesday's are always a total wash out, which brings me to today. I've done well I think, 2.5K is a rare achievement for me at the best of times, let alone when I've spent most of the day comatose due to the head cold from hell. The end is almost in sight (for the book, sadly not the cold). It's better for the rewrites. I'd finished things off too quickly the first time around. I was too eager to finish at the time. Projects get like that. Sometimes you have to distance yourself then come back and tidy up afterwards.

Only a few days left on my Goodreads giveaway for anyone who hasn't entered. It's set to finish on my Birthday. I'm not normally very materialistic over birthdays these days, mostly I just like to enjoy breakfast in bed and not being harassed too much, however, I know what one of my presents is going to be as it's currently sitting in the hall, and I'm stupidly excited about it. It aint often that something brings quite such a smile to my face. More on that next week.