Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Blood Moon - at very long last.

I've been sitting on this cover for a few weeks waiting until I had the text edits back before announcing the release. Finally, after several years in the making, I'll be releasing Blood Moon (aka the Bloody Book) in early January 2012.

Here's the extremely gorgeous cover, which is so perfect that I can't recommend or thank Kim Killion of HotDamn Designs nearly enough.She was a dream to work with, and produced my favourite book cover (of my books) ever. Everything about it is perfect, from the backdrop to the representations of the characters.

Marked and prophesized to be the demon prince reborn, Blaze Makaresh, an impulsive loner, is on the run from the youkai, demons who wish to claim him, and the Talon, their ruthless hunters. Only one person is prepared to help keep him alive and sane--Asha Lemarche, a cold and lovely ex-demon hunter with an addition to Blood Rain, a demon derived drug that heightens sexual pleasure. Blaze has until the Blood Moon rises to thwart his enemies, or risk the subjugation of the entire human race, but at what cost to himself and those closest to him?


Determined to keep Blaze human, but hooked on the taste of him, Asha is forced to reasses her position when their human foes outnumber their demons ones tenfold and the only safe haven lies on the other side of the Division Bridge in the demon realm.


Asha's life is on the line, but the fierce sexual attraction that binds her to Blaze may prove to be the riskiest part of all,leading to a transformation none of them predicted.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Where I'm At.

The last month has been crazy, and that's without going into the details of my non-writing life. If I added those it, I think the polite term would be mental. The impolite term isn't printable. However, sticking to the writing front... crazy, yeah.

Let's see,
  •  I've had the cover for my Spice Briefs outing, Gabriel's Naughty Game, due in Feb 2012.
  •  I've signed a contract with Total-E-Bound for another contemporary menage novella, called Sharing Adam which is going to appear in one of their anthologies.
  •  I've signed on the dotted line with a super seckrit publisher, after some negotiations who will be publishing Nookie Island (though not under that title) in 2012. Speaking of which, I really do need to make that deadline. 10K to go folks.
  •  I've parted company with my agent. Kind of sad about that, but it makes more sense in terms of the markets I'm looking at currently.
  • The Bloody Book, actual title Blood Moon is currently been edited and is due for release shortly.
  • Kim Killion of HotDamn Designs has created a totally gorgeous cover for Blood Moon that I think I may actually love it the best out of all the covers I've ever had.
  • I've put together a short story written by my kids for Mr Madelynne's birthday. It hasn't been released, but it is wonderful in a way that only stories written by children can be.
  • We Were Lovers Once is currently free at most sites that aren't Amazon.
  • Oh, and I'm still debating the future of my Romps & Rakehells novellas.
All in all, far too much to think about at once. Especially as it means that in the first half of 2012 I can currently look forward to
  • edits on 4 projects. You know they're going to arrive at once.
  • Working on The Bloody Book 2, which also has Moon in the title.
  • Actually writing the proposal for a second project to go to the seckrit publisher, rather than the vague idea I've so far presented.
  • Finally writing AGW3.
  • Getting my act together over Romps & Rakehells.
  • Actually doing something with the half written novel on my hard drive. I'm considering posting it as a serial on my blog. Opinions on that idea are very welcome.
  • Oh, and sorting out what I'm going to do with the second half for 2012.
 What have the rest of you planned for next year?

Sunday, December 04, 2011

30 Days of Christmas

I'm over at Lex Valentine's blog today, where you can comment for a chance to win a copy of Three Times the Scandal as well as books by Lex Valentine and Karenna Colcroft.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Naughty Games & Cover pretties

Here it is. Hot off the press. The cover for my first, and sadly only Spice Brief.

Gabriel's Naughty Game
Pub Date: Feb 2012, Harlequin Spice Briefs
ISBN: 978-1-459-22141-3

“I want to see you with another guy.”

When Gabriel tells me his fantasy, I want to laugh it off, pretend it’s a joke. But I know it isn’t—he’s serious. I’m all for a little daring in the bedroom, but this is too risky. It gets even worse when Gabriel reveals who he wants me to sleep with: Nye, the only other man who’s ever tempted me.

I soon realize there’s more to Gabriel’s game than simple voyeurism. But whatever Gabriel wants, Gabriel gets….

Monday, November 07, 2011

Highs and Lows

... or maybe that should be lows and highs. I attended a family wedding over the weekend. First disaster was on arrival. Mr Madelynne, kids and I all get safely into our hotel room only for Mr Madelynne to ask, "Where's my jacket?" 

To which I replied, "Isn't it in the car?"

NOPE! It's only still hanging up still at home several hundred miles away.

He spent the next hour and a half doing a whirlwind tour of the supermarkets in order to find something other than socks and pants to wear, since the reception was being held in a gorgeous fortified priory, I don't think jeans and a tatty old jumper would have cut it.

Then the car died on the return journey. We think it's the engine. I'm pretending everything is fine...toobedoobedoo. Haven't cancelled Christmas quite yet as we're still waiting to hear from the garage.

However, to make up for it a little bit. I've had three... count them, three... reviews in the JERR newsletter this month, and all by different reviewers. I did glance through squinting to begin with, but I needn't have worried on this occasion.

Enticement = 5 stars. "What a fantastic book!"

Indiscretions = 4 stars. "For those who love a fast paced saucy historical full of ambience, that brings a by-gone era alive, then Indiscretions is the story for you."

Three Times the Scandal = 5 stars. "Three Times the Scandal has a mixture of laughter, tears, scandal, suspense and love all mixed together making a perfect sexy historical read."

Visit JERR to read the full reviews.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

Midway Mayhem

View of Fort Clonque (Nookie Island)
Nookie Island is on pause at 51K. For various reasons including having cold, school holidays and natural writing flow. The prose had begun to stall and the character motivations were becoming rather woolly. I really ought to know better than to think I can write an entire first draft without revisiting anything. Hence, I'm taking a break from getting words down this week in order to edit what I've already written. Hopefully by tightening up what I have, I'll find it easier to move forward. The other added bonus is that I love editing far more than I enjoy creating a first draft.

I've revised the work plan for 2012 to slightly more realistic levels now, having incorporated mid-book editing timing. I'm still hoping to write the best part of four novels next year. I'm sick of having all these books hanging around that I never seem to get to.

Currently on the schedule. AGW3, The 2nd Bloody Book, a contemporary erotic novel, a couple of historical novelettes, a SciFi novella and an Edwardian mystery.

Oh, and fingers crossed WE WERE LOVERS ONCE will soon be available on Smashwords and their affiliates, assuming I haven't mucked up the formatting requirements.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


I'm full of stinking cold at the moment. Stinking because it's one of those stealth bugs that fools you into thinking you're well when you're not. It came out of nowhere on Friday and turned my throat into a prickly hedgehog, annihilated a few brain cells and then pretty much disappeared again. Now, it's sudden returned and installed trapdoors in my sinuses that make it virtually impossible to breath regardless of whether the darn things are open or closed. Closed beats the leaky tap effect of them being open.

Hence, it's no wonder I'm a little down on my word count goal (only 1000 words). It's so hard to write sexy stuff when you're a walking germ mine. That said, the shortfall could also be attributed to my fascination with the projects that are supposed to be waiting in the wings. I did a bit of outlining on one of those projects yesterday, which is gearing up to be a three guys/one girl situation. Though possibly not on a permanent basis.

I'm still seeing flashes of the SF thing I'm contemplating too, along with snapshots of Vaughan et al. One of the things I want to get done soon is to drag out my notebooks from when I was writing Phantasmagoria and go through the notes/scenes I wrote for AGW3 at the time. I'm also toying with the idea of writing a Xmas story from Lucerne's point of view to post on my blog during advent. I was going to do that last year, which perhaps gives you and idea of how slowly things sometimes move.

Okay, need to get out of bed now. Kiddies Halloween party looms. At least I'll blend in with the other zombies.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Future Plans

Friday I sat down and outlined my "timetable" of projects for 2012. This involves blocking off sections of time in pretty colours on a spreadsheet and estimating how long it'll take to get things done. The result, while theoretically do-able, is also highly optimistic. It doesn't account for natural disasters or the fact that I probably won't manage to write 9K every week. (9K of drivel, maybe. But I need most of it to be sound.) Also, things are subject to change depending on what I hear back from editors on the work I currently have on submission.

So, what's the point if I know I'm going to deviate from the plan?

Simple. It's a target. It gives me a frame to work to. More importantly, it lets me acknowledge all the projects that I have stacked up in the background, and says, "This is when I'm going to work on you."

Next year's aim then is to work on two projects at any one time in order to complete (I'm laughing here, because it's such a good joke.) four full length novels and three novellas. I know what three of those novels will be, but I'm less certain of the novellas which tend to be more along the lines of whatever takes my fancy at the time.

Vaughan fans will be pleased to know that TSK (or AGW3) is currently first on my list once I've completed Nookie Island.

I've lots still to complete for 2011 first. Nookie Island is past the mid-point, but still a long way from finished. I also have a couple of short novellas I want to finish off, both historical and a proposal to write for another contemporary novel. Crazily, I'm also toying with the idea of writing an SF set novella. I know, madness, isn't it, but I've always enjoyed SF horror type stories. The question is whether I can blend that with the erotic. Hopefully, I can.

PS. You can make what you will of my pic choice.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


Enticement seems to be on a bit of a roll at the moment with another top notch review. This one from You Gotta Read It Reviews who gave it a You Gotta Read It rating, and said among many lovely things including  "this is a fine example of erotic romance and I highly recommend it."

Hope you'll check out the full review. 

Mid Points

I've reached the mid-point of Nookie Island and boy can I tell. Mid-points are awkward. This is the point in a book where my initial enthusiasm is completely gone and I start wondering how I'm ever going to get to the end. It's the point where I wonder if I've put down enough groundwork to hold the story.  It's also crunch time for my characters and whether there liked and understood. If they're not by this point, they've no hope of holding a readers interest for the rest of the book. This is why I tend to linger around this point for a while without really progressing (in terms of the word count. I do make progress in other ways). Things seem extra doubtful for this project because I've reached this point far quicker than I've ever done before working on a full length novel.

So, what can I say about this book... There's an awful lot of sex, some seriously rotten, gothic weather, ice-cream and lots of exposures! Kara is confused, Zach is sulking and Ric... Ric is pretending that everything is rosy, because that's way easier than dealing with reality. Silly boy likes to bottle up his baggage and stow it in the cellar. (His cellar has about reached bursting point.) Oh, and the tide is never convenient for travel to the mainland. I suppose it would help if they occasionally stopped bonking or actually read the tide timetable. LOL.

In other news, "We Were Lovers Once" is now available at All Romance Ebooks in addition to Amazon. I'm amazed I've managed to navigate the process, but it's looking good. I may hit other outlets in the future, but for the moment I'm more concerned with my deadlines.

Lots of projects waiting in the wings too, another proposal for seckrit publisher that wants Nookie island, the next bloody book, plus the third AGW book (Vaughan is showing immeasurable patience), my Edwardian project and a whole slew of other shorter works, all of which should keep me busy for years.I'm not going to ask for votes on how to prioritise it all, because I suspect I already know the answer.

Finally, I'm mulling over what to do for Xmas this year. I'm not sure whether to repeat the Advent Calendar or go for something less extensive. Suggestions welcome.

Recently watched: Pitch Black (again), National Treasure (hm) & Downton (love it).
Recently read: Manwich by Sedonia Guillone

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Awesome Review

Oh, happy days! Nothing brightens my day quite like a glowing review, and considering the dismal weather today, my day certainly needed a bit of brightening.

Alberta over at Manic Readers gave Enticement 5 stars and opened her review like this

Whew!! Get out the fan, turn the air conditioning to freezing and get a cold drink before you read this one. It’s so hot flames were spouting out of my ereader!
You can read the rest of the review by following this link to Manic Readers. She says some very lovely things about bad boy, Kit and his errant ways eg:

 Kit is the kind of man that everyone needs in their life at least once. If you are lucky enough to have a Kit in your life permanently, you may not need this book at all! But read it anyhow. Kit eats, lives, breathes, thinks, acts, and actually IS sex.
I'm pleased to know I'm not the only one who thinks so. Thank you, Alberta.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Where have all the good words gone?

I'm 36K words into Nookie Island now. Yep, things have slowed down. Matter of fact, I've been fighting with it for well over a week. I'm over the frantic rush at the beginning to get the words down and make it work, over the elation of acceptance, and mired in the reality of getting the damn book written.

There's a secondary problem with the words slowing to a trickle in that I start doubting myself. Note: this is not intended as a woe is me speech. Think of it as more of an observation of the facts.


I think all writers go through this. We all doubt ourselves. At least, all of the ones I've ever met. We get over it too. I'll keep on writing and suddenly it'll all fall into place. That or I just have to keep plodding until I reach the end. Every book is different. Some of them flow onto the paper better than others. This one, I think, is going to be a choppy ride.

Oh, nearly forgot to mention the lovely review of Enticement I received from Rage, Sex & Teddy Bears. Who said "I think that if you enjoy menage stories at all, this should definitely be on your list. It takes a very graphic and hard look at the lifestyle without losing any of the innate sexiness." You can read the complete review here.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

WE WERE LOVERS ONCE available on Kindle

My little Saturday project has reached fruition (at least I hope it has). That is to say, it's now available to download at Amazon, and hopefully at some other outlets in the near future.

Former artist's model, Sophia Melrose has come to bid farewell to a past lover, only to haver her old desires reawakened by his mesmerising son.
      Gabriel Hawksmore has long been fascinated by the enigmatic Mrs Melrose. Now, at his father's wake he finally has the opportunity to act.
      Caught up in the act of rekindling past passions and old memories, Sophia and Gabriel collide to form some scorching new ones.



This short story can also be found in the Mammoth Book of Hot Romance.

Friday, October 07, 2011


Thanks to the wonderful peeps who entered my release day competition. Since there were so few entries, I've decided to give each of you a prize. So, maggieblackbird, Patti & Leilani, please email me: madelynne at madelynne-ellis dot com and let me know whether you'd prefer a copy of Enticement or Three Times the Scandal, and your preferred e-format.

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Enticement in Print

Enticement, my contemporary menage novel set in the sleepy village of Kirkley, Yorkshire is officially released in print today. Wheeee! Release days always put an extra bounce in my step. Hopefully enjoying the hot sexiness contained within its pages will do the same for any readers.

Here's the blurb to remind you what it's all about.

Once trouble moves in, it can throw a kink in your plans.

Evie’s future finally looks as tidy as the Yorkshire house she shares with Ross, her serious boyfriend. Until she comes home and sneaks into his after-work shower—and discovers she’s just jumped a naked stranger with mysterious, deep-running ties to Ross’s past.

Fresh from a bartending stint in Japan, Kit plans to move into his newly inherited house as soon as it gets a roof. Meanwhile, his old friend Ross has offered him a spare room. How better entertain himself than by pushing Evie’s buttons…and her boundaries?

Risk isn’t Ross’s style—at least, not anymore—but then again, he was never able to say no to Kit. Memories of their wild adventures still spice his sexual fantasies. Fantasies that could cost him Evie’s love, if she knew.
Captured by Kit’s bad-boy charm, Evie finds her vision of domestic bliss rapidly fading in the growing intensity of Kit’s dark sexuality. Kit knows he’s playing fast and loose with Ross and Evie’s relationship, but he’s certain he can win them over and have what he’s always wanted. A three-way romance.

Even if his last attempt ended in a disaster that comes back to haunt them all…

And here's some buy links from where you can purchase its goodness.



You can also read the first chapter here.

Prizes too! I can't have a release day without prizes. So, I'm giving away ebook copies of Enticement and Three Times the Scandal to which ever lucky person gets drawn out of the hat. Leave a comment to enter.

Also, if you like Kit, you might like to check out his first appearance in the short-story Woe in Kabukicho.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

My Saturday Project

This is what I got up to yesterday afternoon. Sadly, that isn't a picture of me enjoying myself. Nope, I'm attempting to figure out Amazon DTP etc in order to load We Were Lovers Once, which is the story that was recently published in the Mammoth Book of Hot Romance. Even if I don't figure it out, I had fun making the cover.

Monday, September 26, 2011

The Romance Studio Party

I'm talking about my AGW/Georgian Rakehells series over at the Romance Studio today, as part of the Ai Press Party. Hope you'll come by and say hello and ask questions. There are also prizes to be won. You can check it out here: The Romance Studio Party

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Enticement in Print Giveaway

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Enticement by Madelynne Ellis


by Madelynne Ellis

Giveaway ends October 07, 2011.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
Enter to win

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Islands & Timetables

Since the kids are back at school, and I've been blessed with a deadline, I've had to adopt a new writing schedule. It seems to be working for the most part, perhaps because I've tried to keep it simple. Mon-Wed I'm concentrating on Nookie Island, minimum of 2K per day. Rather miraculously, I'm actually more or less managing that! Thursday is other projects day and Friday is please myself and tidy the house day. Anything I accomplish on a weekend is considered a bonus.

Fort Clonque
What I find amazing about this system is that I've gone from attempting to get 5K/week done, spread over the whole week and frequently failing, to writing 6K in 3 days, plus bonus material on other projects. How does that work? Is my brain going to suddenly seize up sometime next week and refuse to play along any more? Is it the deadline that's prompting me to work a bit harder? Maybe it's just this book.

St Michael's Mount
I realise I haven't said much about it. Not that I say a great deal about any of my works in progress. Nookie Island (no that isn't the official title) is a contemporary erotic menage set in the UK on a teeny tiny made up island. The island is based on a combination of Fort Clonque, off Alderney, and St Michael's Mount. Both islands, like the one in the book, can be reached by a causeway from the mainland, but are cut off at high tide. That means no escape for my heroine. Hm, actually she's kind of hiding out on the island and with two gorgeous men chasing her, I don't think she's all that keen to go home. What do you think of the island setting? 

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Bargain Buy

Three Times the Scandal is on sale for the following month so if you've been thinking about snagging a copy, now is definitely the time. Actual price varies between the various resellers ranging from $4.56 at Amazon  (£2.81 in the UK) to $3.89 at ARe. That's a fantastic price for a 96K book. I know I'm always tempted by a bargain, hence the huge TBR pile that I'm accumulating on my Kindle.

Oh, and don't forget that I'm signed up to Kindlegraph if you'd like a personalized message to go with the book.

Anyway, he's a little snippet just to remind you what it's all about:

Dutiful, dependable and desperate… sometimes falling into the arms of a gorgeous rakehell really is the only way out. Better yet, make that three gorgeous rakehells.

Opening Excerpt:

31st January 1801 – Darleston House, Knightsbridge, London.

“Isn’t it marvellous?”

Fortuna Allenthorpe forced a benign smile for her younger sibling, and wished she felt half her sister’s delight. “It’s grand,” she remarked. “Truly, grand.” Indeed, the ballroom was a fantastical paradise, dressed with vast swathes of silken fabrics of emerald and gold, and enormous potted ferns. Their hostess, the Countess of Onnerley, wore a turquoise silken turban, decorated with a single star-like jewel and six enormous ostrich plumes. With a little imagination Fortuna could easily imagine the ballroom as part of a vast Persian palace. The moon outside blazing over a desert city in a cloudless sky, instead of inadequately lighting the churned up slush they’d driven through to get here.

“Shall we go in?” Alicia, the closest of her seven sisters to her in age, gently squeezed her hand.

Fortuna nodded, though she felt sick to her stomach. “I rather suppose we must.”
Alicia gripped her hand a little tighter. “You know you do look awfully pale, perhaps you oughtn’t to have come out.”

“Nonsense, Alicia.” Their mother, a short stout woman, bustled between them, breaking them apart. “It’s merely anticipatory nerves, and well her stomach might flutter. It’s not every day a girl can expect to be engaged, nor a mother so delighted. I’m quite aflutter myself.”

Fortuna flicked open her fan and tried to waft away her misgivings along with the colour in her rapidly heating cheeks. Beneath her rigidly laced stays and narrow petticoats, perspiration slicked her skin. Why had nobody listened to her protests? Even Aunt Beatrice, their chaperone, had approved the match before she took her annual Christmas visit to her family in Norfolk. Why couldn’t they see that it would be a terrible marriage?

If only there were a way to flee into the night, avoid the proposal altogether.

“It won’t be long now, darling. I expect we’ll hear him announced.”

Fortuna peered at her mother over the flounced edge of her fan. She hoped Sir Hector’s carriage got stuck in snowdrift and never arrived.

Was it wrong to wish for a husband who excited her, whose very presence made her tingle with excitement? She pursed her lips. Sir Hector Macleane was not, and never would be that man. Twice her age, over large and a dreadful bore, the only reaction he provoked in her was disgust.

His title and impressive estate had swayed her parents’ hearts far more than her protests, which they dismissed as natural maidenly reservations, but then, as she’d repeatedly said to herself in the mirror, they didn’t have to live with him.

“Ah! Girls.” Mrs. Allenthorpe nudged her five attending daughters to attention, before swirling gracefully on the spot. “Good evening, Sir Hector.” She extended her hand for him to take, and dropped into a low curtsey. A formality quickly replicated by her four younger daughters. Fortuna remained rigidly upright, a wave of nausea almost choking her as Sir Hector diligently turned towards her.

“Miss Allenthorpe, I’m enchanted as always.”

Gracious, but the man was huge. Built like a wild boar. Her nose barely reached his chest, which put her on the same level as his collection of gaudy brooches, each an exquisite example of what not to do with an array of precious gems.

The heat drained from Fortuna’s skin as Sir Hector brushed his dry lips across her knuckles. She tried to smile, but it was no use, the thought of him heaving himself over her in bed, touching her with his club-like hands filled her with horror. Aghast, she cast her gaze downwards, hoping he would mistakenly think her demure.

Sir Hector coughed to clear his throat. “Miss Allenthorpe, I’ve a gift. If you’ll forgive the impudence.”

No, not here, not now. It would be a deal more difficult to refuse him in front of her expectant family. Luckily, when she squinted at her palm, the object was a delicate mother-of-pearl comb and not a betrothal ring. Fortuna stared at the shiny waves of pearlescent pink and felt relief wash through her limbs like a drug.

“Sir, it’s exquisite, but I can’t possibly accept this.”

“Nonsense.” Mrs. Allenthorpe snatched the comb from Fortuna’s hand and with a sharp stab pushed it into her daughter’s elaborate hair arrangement. “My daughter is extremely flattered by your generosity, Sir Hector.”

“Oh, Tunie, it’s lovely,” Mercy, the plainest of the five girls, announced. “The very palest pink and a perfect match for your sash. How clever of you, Sir Hector.”
“Very pretty,” said Mae, the youngest, her lips jealously pursed and her arms folded across her ample breasts. Her huff lasted no more than a second.

Fortuna gently eased the comb away from her scalp as her sisters continued to twitter. As beautiful as the gift was, she wished she could pass it on to one of them and Sir Hector with it. Mercy at least found his lapidary monologues interesting. They’d have suited far more as a couple.

Sir Hector gave another of his intrusive coughs. “Perhaps you’d oblige me with a turn about the room, Miss Allenthorpe.”

“Of course.” Given the extravagant present and her mother’s expectations, she could hardly refuse.

Sir Hector laid her hand upon his sleeve, and with her tucked against his side, plunged them into the crowd.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Itty Bit of a Newsflash

 I'm working on a new project. It's sold on proposal but I can't say where to yet.(Eek, deadlines!) What I can tell you is that it has a contemporary setting and bucket loads of sex. It's also set on a teeny weeny island and involves two men who might look a little bit like this.


Oh, and I'm still finishing up a m/f/f historical novella too. Yes, you read that right. It wasn't a typo. I'm writing something with two women and one man. What's more, it's gloriously entertaining.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Yes, I know it was ages ago, weeks at least, but here at last are some of the carriages I photographed. I have to say here that I love my camera. Sure, they're not the best pics in the world, but considering the lighting conditions in the room where they were housed and the fact that flash photography wasn't permitted, I think they came out surprisingly well. They really are lovely, though I think I like the Spider Phaeton best. I imagine it was pretty hair raising driving around in one. What's not perhaps apparent in the pictures is the actual size of some of these carriages. They are absolutely huge. Some of the wheels on these beasties are easily my height, so I don't think there was a whole lot of hopping in and out of them without waiting for some manner of assistance.

Mid to Late 19th Century Family Carriage.

1829 Britzschka Chariot - family carriage. Note the luggage compartments.

late 19th Century Spider Phaeton

Spider Phaeton interior

Private Omnibus

1838 onwards Brougham with Moroccan leather interior

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Monday, August 01, 2011


Isn't this cool? I think it's a fun idea. I always enjoy signing books, even though I never know what to write. Should anyone want a kindlegraph from me, you can sign up here http://kindlegraph.com. Much easier than posting out signed bookplates.

I've been to Shugborough again today to admire their collection of carriages. They really are beautiful. I'd love to have a ride in one just to see what it's like, though I suspect I'd be horrendously travel sick. I'm bad enough in a modern day coach. Anyway, photos once I download them off the camera.

Writing plans have been turned around a bit since I'm now working on a super seckrit proposal. Still hoping to finish off the Romps & Rakehells story that I'm part way through, assuming the summer holidays and the family being home allows for it.

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.


“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


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


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.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Goodreads Giveaway


    Goodreads Book Giveaway


        Three Times the Scandal by Madelynne Ellis



          Three Times the Scandal


          by Madelynne Ellis


            Giveaway ends July 22, 2011.

            See the giveaway details
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Bookish Bounty

I love it when I receive books, and there's something particularly magical about receiving books in which my writing appears. Tuesday morning marked the arrival of a big package (poor delivery guy was staggering under the weight) containing print copies of Three Times the Scandal. I'm really pleased with how it's come out. The cover is all shiny and the paper inside is a lovely and thick. I think a little competition to give away a copy or two might be in order to celebrate (announcements on that one later, when I've had time to do some planning).

The second delivery arrived yesterday. Much smaller, alas, but I'm no less thrilled with the final product. The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance is 25 tales from some fabulous writers. I'm quite awed to be among them. I'm also particularly fond of melancholy old We Were Lovers Once, so I'm rather giddy over seeing it in print. It's out in the UK the day before my birthday on July 21st, but doesn't release in the US until August 23rd.

Thursday, June 09, 2011

Now in Trade Paperback too

Three Times the Scandal is now available in trade paperback format for those who find digital reading difficult. You can grab your copy from Amazon, by following the link here.

Friday, June 03, 2011

Two Lovely Reviews for Three Times the Scandal

There I was thinking I'll never get any reviews for Three Times the Scandal when two appeared in my inbox together.

The first is from Coffee Time Romance... 4 Cups

Ms. Ellis takes the reader on a journey full of surprises, erotic twists and turns, and suspenseful events.

Read the full review here.

The second review is from Night Owl Reviews, who gave it 4.25 Stars and said...

I really liked the development of Giles and Fortuna's relationship. Fortuna knows what she wants and isn't a retiring insipid flower.

And you can read the whole of that review here.

Yay for reviews.

Please let it end...

... oh, it did!

Darleston's book is done. It's finished. I can move onto something else (eek!) after months of sweat and toil. Do I love it? Absolutely. Is it the book I thought I'd write when I set out to explore Darleston's character? Maybe not entirely. Do I know all about him now? Erm, I know a lot more than I did, but certainly not everything. I think he may demand a second book at some point dealing with a few issues that are inevitably going to arise and that have only been dealt with in the short term by the end of the book.

Right now, beta readers, crit partner and then off to my agent.

Here's a little sneaky peek of Darleston and Emma's first meeting.

Emma’s gaze strayed to the mantle-clock. From the direction of the dinning room, the scrape of chairs being pushed back preceded the sounds of heavy footsteps. The gentlemen, headed by Mr Hill, squeezed through the parlour door two abreast and availed themselves of various chairs. Seven of them in total were soon draped over the furniture, chattering loudly. Amelia made a beeline towards Mr Bathhouse. Emma made to follow only to be intercepted by her father and Lord Darleston.

Ada came up behind them bearing a second teapot. “I thought you might be needing some more, miss, with so large a party.”

“Yes, we were. Thank you, Ada.”

“Could you, dear?” Mr Hill gestured towards the steaming vessel.

Perhaps Amelia would be fine for a moment or two. Emma poured for her father and offered a second saucer to Lord Darleston. The wretched china trembled abysmally when she stuck out her hand. Close up, the urge to touch him grew infinitely stronger. The coat…his coat, each swirl in the fabric had a raised pile that gave it such texture and shape. And oh, that coat… Heavens if it wasn’t the most marvellously perverse thing she’d ever beheld. Each swirl in the fabric had a raised pile that gave it such texture and shape. Indeed seeing it up close she realised it was not simple brocade, but formed an interweaving pattern of nymphs engaged in quite lewd play. Yet it suited him perfectly, drawing attention to his big strong shoulders and the perfect narrowness of his hips.

For a moment, she thought it maybe only his outfit that engaged her senses. Then his hand shot out and steadied the wobbling cup and he blessed her with a smile that made the very corners of his eyes crinkle. Light flared in the depths of his pupils, like the moon spilling out from behind a storm cloud. He had grey eyes, flecked with specks of lilac that were like slivers of rain-washed slate.

The one look told her everything she ever needed to know about Lord Darleston. He was handsome and dangerous, and if she had any sense of self-preservation she would avoid him else those fanciful ideas she’d been entertaining earlier might very well get the better of her.

“Emma, my eldest.” Her father introduced her. “It’s so good to have you home again, dear. I do wish you and Langley would reconsider my offer. The old place is so cavernous with only Amelia and I in residence. Where is Langley, do you know? I do so want to speak with him before I retire.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know father. I thought he was with you. Perhaps he’ll be back in a moment.”

Mr Hill’s sallow brows wrinkled. Emma’s heart rate doubled. He knows. He knows. Lord Darleston was watching them. Oh God, please don’t let everything fall apart now. Her father sipped his tea.

“Well yes, I expect you’re right. But, I think I may just slip along right now.” He turned to Darleston and cuffed him companionably upon the arm. “I haven’t the stamina of you young bloods anymore. I’ll bid you good night, milord. Gentlemen. Emma will ensure that Grafton sees to your wishes. Do forgive my atrocious manners.”

“Don’t worry, father. I’ll see everyone off.”

“Yes, yes, of course you will. Goodnight, Emma. Mind you don’t go needling, Lord Darleston. She can be quite the prickly philosopher, but you mustn’t take her too much to heart.”

No, she oughtn’t to be taken at all seriously. Emma enfolded her fists around the fabric of her skirts, whilst she maintained a well practiced smile. Silly old fool didn’t believe her capable of a single eloquent thought. And he really ought to have considered the fact his guests would go late to their beds before inviting them. Now she and Lyle would have to play host and hostess, wherever Lyle happened to be.

Her father leaned towards her, meaning, she realised, to press a kiss to her cheek, but when Emma stiffened all the way from her toes to her lips, he straightened at once. “Well, goodnight dear.” He hurried away, yawning into his teacup.

“I’m sorry. He never does stay up past ten o’clock,” she apologised to Lord Darleston.

“No matter,” Darleston’s soft drawl coiled around her pleasure centres. It was quite wrong that a man’s voice could make one feel quite so tremulous in that regard.

“He does you a disservice, I think.”

“What!” Her throat grew tight all around the neckline of her gown, and another blush began crawling across her skin. It was curse of being fair. “He says only what he believes to be true.” That because she rebuked any form of physical contact that she was wholly flawed and simple of mind. The fact that she had run his household from the age of fourteen had quite entirely passed him by.

“And do you believe I should disregard your chatter as nonsense? Do you often speak thus, Mrs—”

“Langley,” she supplied, growing hotter still. “And no milord, I do not. Although you are at liberty to reach your own conclusion about whether what I spout is atrocious twaddle.”

Darleston gave a deep throaty laugh that rolled like a purr and sent sparks of heat flowing through her breasts. He was quite the most… No, it was wrong to think like that and positively discourteous to her husband. Not that they had a conventional relationship. Oh, to hell with it. If she couldn’t be honest in her own thoughts, then she would never hear any truth. Darleston was beautiful. Not in a dandified fashionable sort of way, but in a beastly way. Something about him yanked at her like there were a knot tied in the centre of her chest and someone kept tugging on the other end.

Emma focussed on a point mid-way down his chest. She dared not glance any lower, nor look up into his face for too long for fear that he recognised the heat in her gaze. She’d seen other women look at men in this way, but she’d never done so herself. Looking led to touching and touching was something she could never do.

“How is it you happen to be with us?” she asked, eyes downcast, as she retreated into the safety of an armchair.

Darleston leaned against the mantle. “I did intend to stay elsewhere, alas that didn’t work out. He had…other plans.” Darleston’s thin expressive lips quirked upwards but failed to form a smile. “However, as your father had already kindly extended an invitation, and I was already quite nearby…”

“And do you like it? What you’ve seen?”

“I’ve scarcely seen more than a passing glance. I understand you have 120 or so acres, but I’m sure I’ll find it charming, much as I find the lady of the house.”

Butterflies fanned the flames in her chest. It was an easy compliment for him to bestow, but not one she heard very often. Most people gave her a wide berth, just as wide as the one she gave them. Few sought her acquaintance or pleasure, preferring Amelia’s vivaciousness. “Strictly speaking that would be my sister, not I.”

He turned his head with her to spy her sister out. Amelia sat at the centre of a ring of gentlemen upon a tapestry-covered pouffe. The week was clearly to be one rife with trouble.

Friday, May 27, 2011

So Close

I'm almost done with Darleston's book. Seriously, the end is so close, I'm almost there. I can see it, but there are just a few pesky words to pin to the page first. It's an awkward ending. There's so much at stake. I'm still wondering how I'm supposed to squeeze it all into the space I have left and yet do it justice.

I know the situation is tense because I've resorted to music for inspiration, a right old melancholy medley too. Well, maybe not all of it. Currently I'm trying to decide which version of Baby's On Fire I like best. It's a toss up between The Creepers and Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Brian Slade in Velvet Goldmine. JRM definitely wins on the visuals. LOL.

Hm, maybe the music isn't helping one bit... I think I may become sidetracked.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poor Neglected One.

I've sat down intending to blog far too many times over the last month, only for things to immediately drag me away before I've composed a single sentence. I'm determined today, not because I have anything much to say, but because I like to update things here. That way I feel like the year is progressing apace, rather than me remaining suspended back in April.

Since the releases of Three Times the Scandal and Indiscretions (no reviews yet :-( ), I've been ridiculously busy with family matters. Unfortunately, they sap me of both time and energy, so Darleston's book has moved along rather more slowly than I'd hoped, though the end is in sight now. I've only a few scenes left to write, then I'll go over the whole again before sending it on to my agent. She's already seen the first half and expressed her love of it, so I hope she likes the conclusion too.

Then I'm going to turn my hand to writing a few short works. I'd really like to write another something for Spice Briefs, probably contemporary and possibly related to Gabriel's Games. Not sure yet. I also intend to write a third story to bundle with the two Romps & Rakehells novellas I wrote last year. Thankfully, I have an outline already written for that one, though I'm not sure how well I'll manage it. It's a f/m/f story, which will be a first for me.

As for which novel I'll start on after the novellas, it rather depends on whether any of the books I have floating around in submissions land get picked up. I'm rather keen to get back to Blaze, but Vaughan has been languishing rather a long time too, so perhaps it's time to get back to him and explore just what comes next for him, Bella and Lucerne. I do have some ideas, or rather I know how things begin-- with a carriage journey (LOL). Then I have my super secret project. The one I've been mulling over for aeons now. I'm still a little afraid to develop it, because I know I'm going to love it. Yet it's going to be such hard work, and require a lot of research. I do prefer not to have to extend myself over far in that direction these days. It's one of the things that puts me off setting another book in Egypt. I'd have to brush up on my archaeology all over again. Setting something in Georgian England seems so much easier.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

New Release: Indiscretions

Eighteen months into a delicate ménage à trois relationship, Lucerne, Viscount Marlinscar is feeling the strain. He’s engaged in a constant tug o’ war as both his lovers compete to win his affections. Only, Lucerne’s not so eager to choose. Matter of fact, he’s beginning to wonder if he’s not the one that’s being left out, considering the effort Vaughan and Bella pour into tormenting one another.

When the three lovers attend a society music recital, jealousy again rears its head, which convinces Lucerne that it’s time to take matters into his own hands. The decision doesn’t go down at all well, particularly with Vaughan, who shows his displeasure by dishing out erotic punishments to both Lucerne and Bella. However, the tug o’war isn’t over until there’s a winner, that is, unless the lovers can put aside their differences and decide that all three can have the passion and satisfaction they derive only from each other, no matter which one of them is in the middle!

Author's note: Indiscretions takes place between the events of A Gentleman's Wager & Phantasmagoria.


Both she and Lucerne were now eyeing him like he was some sort of meal they planned to devour. They’d each convinced him that they weren’t in league over Lucerne’s impromptu departure from the recital, but there was no mistaking that they were plotting something together now.

Impatient to learn what, Vaughan steepled his fingers before him. He turned his dark gaze first on Bella and then on Lucerne. “You had better speak plainly, or you’re both going to be sorely disappointed over whatever it is you think to embroil me in.

Bella’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t believe her innocence. Lucerne’s chin grew more pointed as he clenched his teeth.

“What do you want?” Vaughan asked. Some manner of truce or permission to spend time alone without me, he imagined. Though heaven knows why they were troubling him with it. They could have spent the entire day tupping and he wouldn’t have known.

“You,” they replied in unison.

The words sent a jolt through his chest. His heart sped a little even as he continued to gaze on them in wary silence.

“Spend the night—”

“—and the day with us, Vaughan.”

“Tell us what to do.”

“How to please you.”

This was wrong in so many ways. He thought he preferred it when they were begrudging his presence and branding him some sort of demon for not allowing them any space in which to grow together. This smacked too much of deceit. They were trying to get him to lower his guard before attacking. Leastways, he believed that of Bella. He wasn’t nearly so sure about Lucerne.

“Do you expect me to believe that’s what you both actually want? Me? Together?”

“It’s the truth, Vaughan,” Lucerne replied, while Bella dipped him a curtsey. He supposed he was vaguely willing to believe it, although there was definitely some purpose behind it beyond affection or lust.

“What are you reading?” Bella picked up his book before he had a chance to put a hand down on top of it. Her mouth fell open in surprise, one that quickly transformed into delight at the illustration revealed. “Lord Pennerley, what sort of book is that to be perusing in broad daylight?”

“A perfectly filthy one, I should imagine if your expression is anything to go by.” Lucerne sidled up behind her. Hands resting lightly, yet possessively upon Bella’s shoulders, he leaned forward to glimpse the image so that his blond hair flopped over his eyes, partially hiding the delight that flickered there.

Vaughan’s lips thinned in bemused silence. If they imagined they’d embarrass him, then they were sadly mistaken. He had no qualms about his sexuality, or what he liked. It was simply a shame the rest of society wasn’t so open.  “Maybe we should try it,” he suggested. If they were so keen on gaining his attention and pleasing him, then they’d best be prepared to indulge some of his kinks.

Bella’s head came up immediately, an unvoiced gasp upon her lips. Lips he’d kissed so hard that they were still rather ruddy and certainly a little tender even now.

Lucerne fixed him with an uneasy frown. He took a stiff pace backwards, suddenly defensive. “Who exactly do you envisage being in the middle?”

Vaughan laughed. “Not so game for my affection now, Lucerne? You disappoint me. I thought you were more open than that.”

Defensively, Lucerne poured his tall frame into one of the library’s narrow wingback chairs, where he folded his arms across his lap. “Open is one thing. I am however no acrobat. I don’t think I could hold that position for more than forty seconds, let alone sustain it with a cock in my mouth, breasts enveloping me and a lit candle anywhere near my arse.”

A bright image of peeling creamy blobs of hardened candlewax from off Lucerne’s belly, his buttocks and groin, played inside Vaughan’s head. Had he never punished him so? The thought of introducing Lucerne to such delights enchanted him. Lucerne would protest, claiming pain didn’t excite him, but the truth was it aroused him far more than he cared to admit.

Besides, denial of any kind had always acted like a drug upon Vaughan. “Another time, perhaps,” he muttered. “What about you, Bella?”

Bella rubbed at her cheeks, which had turned a gaudy shade of scarlet at the mere suggestion. Her reply rolled out of her unevenly. “The person at the centre is clearly a man, which I am certainly not. So I couldn’t possibly take such a position, even if it were in the bounds of possibility to do so. Are there not any more sensible arrangements in this tome of yours?” She flicked over several pages, her eyes growing rounder and hungrier over each successive image. “What is this?” she demanded.

Vaughan retrieved the book with its leather unmarked binding from her and returned it to shelf behind a locked glass door. “It’s privately published, circulated only to a select few connoisseurs.” On another occasion he might allow her to study it further. For now, he preferred to preserve its secrets in favour of more mundane pleasures. “About your proposition—I would suggest that we find somewhere more comfortable, but I do find that discomfort can be equally, if not more satisfying, can it not, Lucerne?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Oh, you know, Lucerne. You know exactly how much you like to be made to squirm.” Lucerne shook his head. “I think you’re mistaking me with Bella. What I like is straightforward. It’s less about dominance and more about enjoyment.”

“Are you saying you don’t like what I do to you?” Vaughan sallied forwards, stopping when his knees were level with Lucerne’s and a mere fraction of an inch divided them. He braced his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned over Lucerne, so that their eyes met on a level. Their gazes locked.

“Haven’t you punished me enough?”

“I’ll never punish you enough. It stokes the fires in the very pit of my soul to see you writhing in ecstasy beneath me.”

“That’s not what we came here for.”

Vaughan turned his head at the same time as Lucerne to glance at Bella.

“Can’t we really be together for once, Vaughan? I mean really together. Without the posturing and pettiness. Won’t you lie down and let us make love to you—together?”


“Why not?”

“You know why. It can never be.” He would never lower his guard and let them both press close to him at once. Alone they tested him, shredded all his restraints, which left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. Together they would flay him, expose every particle of his being right down to the core. He would never risk it. Could never risk it? Besides, it would upset the balance of the relationship. Lucerne had to remain central. He was the pivot; all this revolved around him. “You know I think I might go to Darleston House alone.”

“No, don’t.” Bella stepped forward. She lay a hand upon his chest. It was not enough to prevent him moving; it was barely any sort of pressure at all. Still he remained frozen, watching her, waiting as she slowly moistened her pink lips. “Lucerne is right. It doesn’t always have to be hard between us. It hasn’t always been so. Don’t you remember the first time? I remember how you both moved inside of me. How we were all one and in perfect agreement. Will you not join us all together again like that?”

Let her be central. Let her be the pivot. That was what she was asking. Nay, pleading. He saw it in her eyes. She didn’t want to be on the outskirts of their relationship looking in. She wanted to be loved by both of them in equal measure. In short, she desired everything to be about her, rather than about Lucerne, whom both she and he loved.<

Bella’s hand left his chest and pushed upwards into the dark strands of his hair. On tip-toes she leaned into him, offering herself up to him. Vaughan allowed her to graze his lips with a kiss. He caged the growl in his throat, not for her, but because Lucerne was watching his every nuance.

“For me,” Lucerne mouthed.

At what price? Vaughan didn’t speak. The communication between them passed in silence.

I’ll give you everything you desire, later. All you have to do is go along with this now, for me and for her.

The stubborn, prideful part of him wanted to disagree. It wasn’t that he didn’t desire Bella. He did. Admission of desire was not something he had any reservations about. He simply didn’t like the implied subtext of taking part. Just because they came together as a threesome, didn’t…wouldn’t make them whole. But if Bella, nay Lucerne wanted to believe that it did, then he would let them have their fantasy—at least for a little while.

”William,” Vaughan hollered. The footman immediately appeared from the hallway. “Make sure that no one comes in. We’ll be busy for a little while.”

Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved.

Available now from Ai Press

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Monday, April 18, 2011

Playing with Vaughan.

Around all the craziness that is life at the moment, I've been working on Indiscretions again. Why? Well, my editor at Ai Press pointed out what I already knew, that it was more of an m/m interlude between Vaughan and Lucerne than a menage a trois. Hence to bring it more in line with the other books, I've been expanding it. You know what that means, dontcha? Yup, I had to let Vaughan out to play. Bad idea, because naturally he was somewhat peeved at having been locked up for so long. Don't worry, he soon came round. He likes playing the villain too much not to.

Anyway, Indiscretions is now twice the length it started. Definitely more of a short novella than a short story and totally smoking hot.

What really surprises me though, is how fast the words have come. Not that I've turned this around in three days or anything (way too much non-writing stuff going on for that), but when I have sat down to write, I've managed pages without really noticing. Maybe familiarity simply makes it easier to write, maybe it's simply that my writing time is so scarce at the moment.

I do know that working on Indiscretions has given me a bit of a shove towards picking up the pieces that were left at the end of Phantasmagoria. Vaughan is simply too much fun. He's also, believe it or not, far less angst ridden than Darleston. Plus, he doesn't care what anyone else thinks, whereas Darleston does.

So, back to writing HHL (aka Darleston) later today. It's all plotted out, so I've only the final sprint to accomplish. Then, it ought to be on to the few novellas I've planned, but who knows. Maybe I'll squeeze Vaughan in there somewhere. I think I ought to before I launch into my "scary" secret project, otherwise we might not see him again for years.