Sunday Snog -Tricks for kicks.

It’s a new release today that you can get hold of in print and ebook, it’s called Tricks for Kicks and it’s a review from Xcite books which contains my story The best Handjob in the North.

Sometimes, the best sex comes with rewards… Ever had the urge to pay for your thrills? The characters in this collection have, but it’s not just money that changes hands when these lovers go all the way. Pimps and prostitutes, gigolos and gold-diggers are all to be found enjoying Tricks For Kicks. And let’s not forget the boys and girls of the vice squad, whose intentions are often just as dishonourable as the hookers they’re arresting. From girls who’ll do anything for that special piece of jewellery to the confessions of the woman running the best little whorehouse in town, here are twenty tales of sex for money – and other benefits. Sex sells – and just look who’s buying …


‘Hello again, love,’ he says as I sit down on the seat beside him. The cold leather sticks to the back of my knees. ‘You scrub up well.’

‘Gee, thanks,’ I reply with a snarl, my stomach joining in, but with a growl of arousal not reprisal.

‘So I want to fuck you this time. I want to feel your cunt around my dick. Here’s your money.’

He passes me a brown envelope. It seems so incredibly seedy. My heartbeat quickens.

‘But you have to make me come or I get another five grand, right?’

‘Sure,’ he replies, ‘but I am going to make you come, love, I’m going to make you scream.’

‘We’ll see about that,’ I reply. ‘Shall we take our business to the back seat?’

I hope my voice shows no hint of my nerves as he replies in the affirmative and exits his side of the car. I get out and he calls me over to his side. I walk over to him, noting his height, the width of his shoulders, the casual elegance of his jeans, and the warm black jacket on top, labelled no doubt but so expensive the label is small and fine and probably in gold lettering. He opens the back door and stands leaning against it, his hip cocked.

‘Hitch up that skirt as you get in,’ he says, ‘I don’t want it in my way.’

I obey his order and it reveals my lack of underwear.

‘Oh, what a slut you are.’ He growls as I sit down on the edge of the back seat. He follows me in, his frame filling the door frame and his hands pushing me back forcefully. He doesn’t bother to close the door behind him no one else is around on such a cold and damp night but I do believe he wouldn’t care if we were seen. His lips hit mine with such force my head snaps back and I bump it on the far side door. He just kisses me. Hard and insistent, his tongue pressing forward, moving against my own, showing that he is in charge. I kiss back with passion. I cannot help myself: this man who smells so clean and rich, this man who I barely know, this man who pays me for sex is irresistible.

His kisses dip down to my neck; he bites and I hiss, my fingers digging into his arms in shock. He continues down, licking, kissing, and biting and setting my whole body alight. I know I shouldn’t want him to arouse me if he doesn’t, I get double the money but my body just can’t help but respond to his dominant kisses and his commanding caresses.

Want more? Pick up Tricks for Kicks now with hot stories from Kay Jaybee, Tabitha Rayne and Sommer Marsden amongst others. It’s going to be a good read. I’ve got a PRINT copy to give away too. Signed by me as well! Just comment on this blog with what you’d do for five grand in cash and you’ll be added in to the draw to win. I’ll pick a winner next Sunday 27th May.

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