Slivers of light illuminate her carriage. It’s as ancient as she is, black as this witching hour, and only moonbeams confirming its existence. High in her seat, the old hag drives her horses hard along the well-worn track, cracking her whip in the air over the horses’ hind quarters. They heed the warning and gallop … Continue reading Once, Twice, Three Times a Banshee (18+ only)
This post comes to you as an unabashed plea for help! Paranormal Romance Lovers is currently running a 4-week competition for authors, in which a character (vampire, werewolf, or other beastie) of the author's choice is thrown to the lions for votes. Winners of each round go into a Grand Final, whereupon the winner will … Continue reading Battle of the Beasts: shameless plea!
This week's Sunday post is a little different to my usual story. In fact, I'm not featuring my story at all, but one belonging to another author. I've been thinking an awful lot about my favourite authors in recent days. I feel very lucky and privileged to count some of my favourite writers as personal … Continue reading Spanking Sunday! My favourite spanking authors (Part 1)
I promised another extract from my latest novella, 'Leanan Sidhe and the Wordsmith'. And I also promised it would be one that involved a scene based on the pictoral inspiration for the story - and which I affectionately now call 'the weird bed'! Briefly, the context for this scene is that the carver of the bed has … Continue reading Extract: Leanan Sidhe and the Wordsmith
Dear Diary, I've been in hotel rooms before, so what's wrong with this one? Maybe it's the room number. I mean, who would knowingly give an erotica author the key to this room? It's ludicrous, and I had told him so when I flung my stuff on the floor under the desk and opened my … Continue reading April Showers
The cases are still empty. You reminded me earlier that I need to pack, but there they sit, sad and waiting, because I am full, bursting with a need to confess to you. You are beautiful. You have been beautiful from the first moment you wound your fingers in my hair and pulled me against … Continue reading Strawberries and Confessions
He takes my bag from me and grins, lighting his face for a moment with a delightful mischief I remember only too well. And he sticks out his tongue, just far enough for me to notice, inflaming my insides with memories of him. He used to do that to me every time I walked past … Continue reading Love Slave Part 11 (18+ only)