Happy Yorkshire Day!

By ‘eck, anyone who’s read my wafflings and goings on over the last forever will know that I have a love for a particular place in Yorkshire. A sweet seaside town named Scarborough. I love Scarborough have visited it just about every year since I was about five. I don’t feel like I’ve been on my hols ’til I’ve seen the castle and the harbour and eaten a Joconelli’s ice cream.


So, as you’d imagine, it features in a few of my stories. So to celebrate Yorkshire day in the Reet (that’s Yorkshire for ‘right’ for those not in the know) way here’s an excerpt from Sweet Surrender for you to enjoy.


Tom loved this kind of weather. The clouds whipped around, forming valleys and mountains and sweeps, chiffonier ribbons of soft, silky haze. And, of course, what wasn’t to love about a beautiful young lady in a sundress getting soaked through with rain?

He was not inclined to panic when she didn’t turn up at the allotted time—not even fifteen minutes later. He’d dealt with women like Helen before, and he would wait here for hours if needed. She had to exert some control over the situation and choosing what time she’d show up was part of that. As long as she was comfortable, Tom would be happy.

“I am so sorry I’m late,” she flustered when she arrived, her cheeks flushing redder than her dress.

“No worries.” Tom smiled.” I enjoy watching the world go by.” He took her by the elbow and guided her through the throng of holidaymakers, past the baying and flashing of the seaside casinos and down onto the sandy softness of the beach.

“I’ll get sand in my sandals,” she squeaked, then smiled nervously when she must have realised how silly it sounded.
“You cannot say you have been on a proper seaside trip if you’ve not walked upon the sand. Besides, you get the best uncluttered views from the sea edge.” Tom let go of her, and handled his expensive camera, setting up shots of the bay, shots he must have taken a million times before.

Helen relaxed as he let go of her and grabbed his camera. While he disappeared behind his viewfinder, she had time to slow down her heartbeat and gather her emotions. Surely his fingers gripping her flesh should not have aroused her like that? She’d never experienced such raw lust before. In fact, she hadn’t thought she was capable of feeling it. Sex had always been a chore, the very last thing on her mind. Now the mere touch of his hand sent visions of naked bodies dancing past her eyes.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tom asked, making her jump out of her daydream.

She looked out to sea, and admired the perfect balance between stirring sea and cloud whipped sky. She nodded, unable to speak, as his hand lay once again on her arm.

“Let me capture you in this glorious sunlight.”

She shook her head and was about to protest verbally when she heard the first click of the camera.

“Just a few shots. Your gorgeous red dress is lit up so beautifully, and your curves undulate like the waves of the sea. So sexy.”

His words mesmerised her and she stood still, a half smile playing over her lips. She felt uncomfortable with being the centre of attention, but his charm-laden words calmed her soul. What harm could it do to let him take a few shots of her? He’d never use them. She wasn’t a no kind of model.

The farther they walked along the shore, the quieter it became. No longer could you hear siblings teasing each other or the soft drone of the bingo caller. The smell of fresh cooked chips and donuts dissipated until all you heard was the crash of the waves and the occasional call of a gull.

“What is it like to live by the sea?” Helen asked, the weight of the silence too heavy for her to bear any longer.

“Beautiful.” He replied. “The sea conveys every emotion a man or woman can feel, and its surroundings echo that—it’s a never-ending supply of inspiration to me. Angry, happy, sad or needy, this coastline is beautiful and I’d never live anywhere else.”

“I’d love to live by the sea.” She sighed.

“Well, why don’t you?”


“Change your work, live by the sea.”

It sounded so simple, but Helen knew it wasn’t. “I’d not have enough money.”

“Money doesn’t matter.”

She looked at him and he looked back, unblinking.

“So you have no money.”

“No, I have money,” he answered. “I just don’t really need it.”

“Your clothes are expensive.” She countered, desperate to get one up on him.
“But old.”

“Your camera is expensive.” She thought she had him there, and her face broke into a smile of child-like gee.
“That is my livelihood. A man has to have something to live for.”

She harrumphed and turned away from him, frustrated that he’d made her look so stupid without even trying.
“Sorry.” His voice spoke beside her, his breath ruffling her hair.

She was startled as she felt his hand on her back, and saw his face bent in close to hers.

“I see things in black and white. I know it’s not always so straight forward.”

“S’ok” She shrugged away from him. “I wasn’t upset.”

He wouldn’t move away from her despite her attempt, and soon she felt her side rubbing against the rough brickwork of the seawall.

“The way I see, you and me is straight forward. We have chemistry and I want to act upon that. I want to lean forward and capture your lips and kiss you ’til you can’t breathe, and that is only the very beginning of what I want to do.”
She let out a shuddering breath. Taken completely off guard, her wanton body reacted to the suggestions in his voice. She tilted her pelvis up to rub against his, and her hand, originally raised to push him away, landed passively on his shoulder, encouraging him.

“And I know, if I leaned forward now, I could kiss you, and I could feel your body and I could fuck you right here and right now.”

She wanted him, and she tightened her grip on his shirtsleeve, wanting to pull him in, wanting him to fulfil all those sexy promises.

“But I won’t. I won’t until you ask me to. Do you want me to kiss you?”

His lips were so close to hers that she could already feel the force of the kiss. She nodded her head ever so slightly.

“Ask me,” he panted, obviously enflamed by the situation.

She could feel him pressing into her, his body that close to hers.
She wasn’t not thinking, only feeling. Desire was the only thing she was aware of as she leaned forward to breathe one short word. “Please.”

As her lips pressed together on the last letter, his lips forced roughly against hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate and attacking, and pressed her against the wall, the sharp edges cutting into her back as she wrapped her arms around him and gave as much back as he released. Their bodies moulded automatically together, their chests rubbing and their legs entwined as the passion mounted.

It was a kiss and then some. Her whole body was involved and his hands cupping her hips felt as natural as her fingers splayed open over his back that pulled him closer, taking his tongue deeper into her mouth as it tickled and danced with her own. She lost herself in the kiss, fighting to keep her mind open, fighting to think, but losing ground as that mouth skilfully manipulated hers and his fingers tactfully scrunched her skirt, higher and higher until she realised her thighs were being exposed.

She wriggled against him, trying to loosen his grip, but he just lifted her skirt higher. Part of her was mortified; someone could walk past. Another part of her enjoyed the thrill of the sea air on her thighs and she was overjoyed at the sexual contact from this handsome man.

To read more descriptions of the place I love and to get much more tension, sexual anticipation and hot, hot, hot sex scenes pick up a copy of Sweet Surrender and enjoy the rest of Yorkshire Day!