Today I want to let you know what’s coming because I’m excited about it all!

Firstly I’m going to introduce you to my Djinn, Johnny. He’s one of the main Characters in my Bollywood story, Silver Screen Dream which is the first book in the Djinn’s Amulet series.

Johnny can be pre-ordered right now so you can make sure you’ll be one of the first to read it on the 5th September when it is released!

Now get ready for something very yummy indeed, do you like Italian food? Well so does Fiona.

She wanted pizza, she got love.

Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

Pre-order Tasty Italian now and be ready to read it on the 19th September.

And, come ‘ere, there’s more! (Brownie Points go to anyone who can tell me who’s catchphrase that was) because in October you will be able to get your hands on a Blisseful threesome!

Two guys, a girl and an office sex bet.

Caroline hates working at Forbes and Richardson until she walks in on Matt and Connor kissing passionately against the photocopier. They admit they enjoy being watched and invite her to be the voyeur to their exhibitionism.

Watching leads to participation as the three of them agree on a bet that makes the working day all the more fun and definitely sexier. How brave is Caroline? What risks is she willing to take to get her ultimate prize –a threesome with the two hottest execs in the company.

On the 24th October this tasty threesome can be yours!

Now lastly (for now anyway) I am very, very proud to announce that Always Christmas in Lincoln will be released on the 12th December. Currently I can’t show you a cover but I can give you a sneaky peek at the blurb!

It isn’t really always Christmas in Lincoln but when Felicity gets her man it feels like it.

Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her release the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

I’m so excited already as I adore Christmas!

So there you go, is that enough to keep you going?

I want to thank Victoria for having me on her blog today. She’s such a sweetie for allowing me a spot.

I love writing and one of the reasons I love writing is because there are so many totally awesome people who I’ve met because I’m an author. My fans are great. I love getting letters from them. The author friends I’ve made are the best. I love going to conferences and catching up with people I haven’t seen in a while but I talk to on Facebook or Twitter.

Another part of writing I love is the characters I create. My favorite character so far is Jake Grant from Working It Out. Jake’s partner passed away six months ago and now he’s trying to pick up the pieces and move on, but the pain is sometimes too much. When he meets Lance Abbott he doesn’t want a relationship but he body won’t listen. The attraction is immediate.

During writing books like Working It Out I sometimes get so engrossed in the character’s lives that when I place my coffee order and they ask for a name, mine isn’t the first one to pop into my mind. Sometimes I think of my character’s names first.

I do fall in love with my characters too. Jake was easy to fall for. He’s nice, kind, good looking, sweet and sexy. Jake is also smart and just an all around good guy. I hope you can fall in love with him as you read Working It Out.

I’m a little sad that I’ve moved on from Jake Grant, he was an exceptional character to write. I’ve got other characters that I’ve grown close to over the books. I loved Marissa from Murder Stalks. I’ll be writing another Tony and Marissa book soon. Probably next year.

But through it all, all the edits that drive me crazy and the extended hours writing, my husband has been my best friend. I do write characteristics of my husband into every character, maybe that’s why I fall in love with them. The characters I write are infused with a bit of my friends and my husband. I hope you’ll find me on Facebook or on Twitter. I would love to have a chance to talk to you and get to know you better. You can find me at my website or blog.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Working It Out

Moving up Jake’s arm, he concentrated on the man’s neck, loving the feel of Jake’s body even if it meant nothing to Jake.
“This feels wonderful.” Jake’s voice was muffled by the sheets.
The compliment made Lance’s heart grow tight. If only he had the courage to lean forward and kiss Jake on the back of the neck. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah, the massage feels good too.”
Lance stopped moving his hands, his breath stalled in his lungs. Had he heard Jake right? No way. He started massaging again. Jake groaned, and blew out a huge breath.
“You really need to take better care of yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
Lance breathed in deep, loving the outdoorsy scent Jake gave off. “Your muscles are knotted. You’ve been working out but you’re not getting enough water or proper nutrition.”
“You can tell that by my muscles?”
Lance sat on his stool and rolled forward. He ran his fingers over Jake’s shoulder blade. “This needs help.” He took Jake’s wrist and tugged his arm, stretching the muscles. “Is this a good stretch or too much?”
“No, it’s good.”
He laid Jake’s arm back on the table by his head but Jake let his arm drop. His hand rested on Lance’s leg.
Oh, my God, he’s touching me. Lance didn’t move, didn’t breathe.
Jake slid his hand up Lance’s leg stopping inches below Lance’s crotch. “I can think of a few more places that need attention.”
Lance’s face heated. He wondered if he’d read Jake wrong. What would happen if Lance slid forward two inches, forcing Jake’s hand onto his crotch?
“I like the way your hands feel on me.” Jake’s fingers moved over Lance’s thigh, teasing him.
Should he be brave and act on this promise of a good time? In any other situation he would pull back, but they were totally alone. No one would know. But all of his ethics training screamed through his head. He stood up and moved around the table, positioning himself where Jake couldn’t touch him.
“Time to flip over.” Lance couldn’t believe he was thinking of touching Jake sexually right now. What the hell was he doing? Damn him for mixing pleasure with business. He would have to refer Jake to another doctor.
Lance finished the massage. His boner strained the front of his pants. God, he couldn’t get that under control and from the looks of the blanket draped over Jake, neither could he.
Lance stepped away from the table, avoiding running his fingers down Jake’s body to his cock. He knew that if he touched Jake’s dick with his hands, his mouth wouldn’t be far behind.
“That was great,” Jake moaned.
“I’ll step out of the room for a moment. Just open the door when you’re done.”
Out in the hallway, Lance buried his head in his hands. He wanted Jake more than anyone he’d ever met before. The attraction was there from Jake too. But he couldn’t.
The door opened and Lance pasted a disinterested look onto his face as he walked into the massage room. Jake’s shirt was still on the chair in the corner. Lance drooled a little as Jake flashed him a huge smile.
“Feels so good.” Jake grabbed his shirt and toyed with it.
Lance stared at the man’s body, lusting after his chest and amazing six-pack. He should probably say something, but the throbbing in his dick had rendered him mute.
“Funny, for a while there I thought you were gay.” Jake chuckled and shook his head. “Kind of strange, wouldn’t you say?” He took two steps which placed him only inches away from Lance.
The little voice that told him he was getting deep into trouble echoed in his head and he shoved it aside before he reached up to pull Jake towards him. Lance slid his tongue along Jake’s lips, begging for him to open. When he did, Lance was taken aback by the power and sexiness in Jake’s kiss.
Hot tears filled Lance’s eyes as his throat closed off. It had been so long since he’d kissed another man. For a long moment their tongues played together, testing each other’s mouth. Lance forced himself to calm down. He didn’t want to be a blubbering fool after only one kiss.
Their bodies were plastered against each other. Lance could feel Jake’s dick bumping against his. Jake’s muscled chest under his hands was driving him crazy. He slid his hand down the back of Jake’s pants, running his fingers down Jake’s crack.
Jake spread his legs and shoved his pelvis forward. Lance reached into Jake’s pants and found Jake’s tight rosette and slid his finger across the opening. Jake moaned and threw his head back, breaking their kiss.
The front door chime dinged, and a woman’s voice called out. “Doctor Abbott, are you here?”
“Shit.” Lance pulled his hand out of Jake’s pants. “Get dressed,” he threw over his shoulder and exited the room.

Hello everyone! Today I am continuing my story of lust, love and a tall dark stranger. Today’s Wank Wednesday prompt is #plum and the Silver Flash prompt is “This is getting awfully complicated.”

The Colour of Night –Journal entry 3.

Dear Journal,

The jet black box contained blood. Not real blood but a golden broach with a plum red drop shaped jewel in the middle and it was made to represent one of two things, red wine or life blood. Somehow I was sure Master wasn’t a wine buff. In with the little jewel was a note.

“A gift for you, wear this and go to the VIP entrance in the club. You will be admitted. I will be in room twelve waiting for you.”

This was getting awfully complicated. Just as I imagine I’ve got a handle on things something else comes along to confuse me all the more. I couldn’t work out why a VIP section of a club would have numbered rooms let alone what those rooms would be used for but I knew I would just have to wait and see.

I waited, oh it felt like I waited forever but finally the evening arrived. I wore a simple black dress with the delicate drop sparkling on my breast. I walked into The Point and looked for the VIP entrance. I was close to asking someone where it was when I noticed a doorway opposite the bar with a chunky chap guarding it.

I walked over to the brick shaped man on the door and he looked me up and down, he noticed the droplet and then waved me through, a huge smile on his face. I wondered why as I entered a smaller room with a bar in the corner. There were several couples and groups snuggling up and getting intimate in there and just on the other side I could see a corridor. As I walked towards it I noticed numbers on the doors like hotel rooms and I followed them down to number twelve and knocked.

Yes, I am quite aware that really I was being very stupid indeed but, for some reason, Journal and I don’t really know why, I trusted my Master. I knew he wouldn’t lead me into anything truly dangerous. Exciting and a little risqué , yes but I knew he would look after me. He’d had ample opportunity to be evil and abuse me and he hadn’t.

So I walked into the dark, candle lit room with trepidation but not fear. The room was decorated in the same plum red as my broach. I felt as if I’d walked back in time, golden swirls delicately highlighted the dark walls, to one side a dark wood fireplace with a roaring log fire within it and to the other a magnificent four poster bed draped with deep velvet in sensual red and held back to one side with golden ropes and tassels.
The room appeared empty.

“Hello?” it came out as a whisper so I cleared my throat and tried again, “hello, anyone?”

There was no answer so I walked towards the fireplace. It was warm and comforting, the pop and hiss of wood combined with the smokey scent that made me think of Christmas at Grandma’s, the only time she’d ever light the fire in her living room.

I looked at the candlesticks on the fireplace, then at the painting of fruit above, I walked over to the bed to take a closer look as I had inspected the rest of the room. The interior was as dark as night. I wondered what it’d be like to sleep in there, all the drapes pulled closed. I looked round, shrugged and slipped off my shoes. I un-looped the gold ropes and clambered onto the soft mattress before pulling the curtains closed behind me.

It was warm and quiet. I lay back and imagined I was a princess in a tale from ye olden days, yes, journal, I am such a daydreamer.

Then I screamed. I screamed because I felt cold fingers grab at my wrist.

“Shh, my love, it’s me.” He ran his other hand over my mouth, clamping it shut with his fingers, “no need for all this nonsense.”

I don’t know how I didn’t know he was there but as soon as his lips slipped over my neck I quietened. He was there and I was going to get fucked.

“Before we go further,” he said, his hands slipping to my back and easing down the zipper there, “I need to tell you something.”

“I don’t have unprotected sex,” I blurted.

“Very wise,” he replied, “men are bastards but it’s not that.”

“And when I say no, I mean no,” I continued. Panic set in.

“Oh would you shut your pretty, plump lips for a moment please and let me get this done with.”

I shut up and he stroked the revealed flesh of my back before popping open the bra beneath.

“I’m a vampire.”

Yes, you read that right. I was quite convinced I’d misheard it though.

“A what?”

“Vampire,” he replied and peeled the material down off my shoulders.

“You like fancy dress?”

Oh Journal, I know, I despair of me too.

“Oh, darling Joanne, no, no, no. I AM a vampire. Real one, fangs and everything.”

He pressed his teeth against the curve of my throat. I could feel the pin pricks of his sharp incisors.
“Oh, right. So you’ve had your teeth sharpened.”

“Gah,” he threw up his hands in frustration, “sometimes I wish I hadn’t grown a damn conscience.”

“Look, I am a real vampire. I was turned eighty years ago. I was evil, really evil then I made friends with the proprietor of this place, The Point and I mended my ways. Now I only feed on willing victims and I only feed for ten minutes after I’ve made you come. Orgasmic blood is so much stronger than normal blood. So I want to fuck you, I really do but then I will bite you and I will suck you blood. Are you up for that?”

I thought for all of five seconds, journal before I replied.

“Yes.”

*giggles wickedly* Oh, I know you’re all cursing me now. I’m a terrible tease aren’t I? I promise I will continue the story next week, I’ve not finished with Joanne and her Vampire yet!

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