I have been somewhat lax on this site of late, failing to announce new books that have come out, not posting in general. So, for the coming Wednesday in October I’ll be announcing the books and stories that have come out over the past few (more than few in some cases…) months.
So to start, The Ravening Season.
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I’m pleased to announce I have two new releases available!
First, a short story, Oasis Beckoning. Fantasy erotica, with a most unusual pairing – man, and a pool of water…
Nearly dead from thirst and the sun, a man fled through the desert. Just when he believed he could no longer go on, he stumbled upon a deep pool in a jungle at the edge of the wasteland. The water soothed his parched throat and gave comfort to his burnt skin. Then, that which lived in the pool gave him a stranger and altogether more intimate kind of comfort.
Oasis Beckoning is available from Forbidden Fiction – you can go there for an excerpt and assorted buy links.
Next, my short story ‘Meadow’ can be read in the new erotica anthology Smut Alfresco, edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse, a collection of outdoor-themed erotica. ‘Meadow’ is set on Grantchester Meadows in Cambridge, where I live, but you can find a whole host of other, intriguing settings and stories in the anthology.
An excerpt of ‘Meadow’ can be read here on this site.
Smut Alfresco can be bought at the following places:
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Word count: 2250
Content: Erotica, NSFW, F/m, BDSM
Setting: Contemporary
Notes: First written in two parts for Wanton Wednesday, and then a final part for Wicked Wednesday.
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The box Larissa brought with her contained black cord, a jar of honey, a silver spoon with a long, spindly handle…and a triple crown cock ring.
Oh hell…
The last item K. picked up with pinched fingers, like he was holding a dead mouse by the tail, and examined held out from him as far as his arm could stretched, eyes glancing at it almost sideways.
Larissa giggled, and he looked at her sharply. “No.”
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Word count: 1500
Content: Erotica, NSFW, m/f
Setting: Contemporary
Notes: Originally written in two parts for Wicked Wednesday.
In the fresh Stockholm summer, they stumble from the party through the glass doors onto the deck, him catching her by the arm, both giggling as their wine just manages to avoid sloshing over their nice clothes. The faint evening chill surrounds them. Her brief, berating thought of ‘you’ve just met him’ is shouted down by the ‘but he’s sexy’, and she leans against his shoulder, and they sway towards the thick wooden railing, his hand resting on her hip.
She can’t look back at him, though she wants to see his sweet face again. They’ve been chatting animatedly for hours, but now, shyness flattens her, and all she can do is stare out over the sloping grass towards the inlet. The pines on the opposite shore are stark green, shooting straight up into the evening sky, pale blue, starting to fade.
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Red by the River first appeared in Filament magazine, Issue 7, Volume II, December 2010. It was my first professional publication, and in a magazine whose philosophy I fully support(ed – they have unfortunately closed, which is a real shame.)
This short piece is about art, sunsets, and lovely red-headed young men, and is approximately 2200 words long. Also, erotica, and not safe for work images.
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In case you missed it on Twitter or Facebook, my new short story, Silver Bells is available for purchase!
Alex Thorson and three fellow directors sit in the board room with their CEO, Dempsey Kincaid, for what was meant to be a simple holiday drink. When an attractive young woman in fur-lined negligee, heels and a pair of elf ears arrives at the board room door, Alex is rather pleased at the tantalising turn of the evening. However, the raunchy high spirits soon take the gathering to places that leaves Alex with questions about the exact powers of Kincaid, and just what kind of woman has been hired to entertain them…
* Book page for on this site, including extract
Purchase at:
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After a bit of a delay (apologies folks, Christmas matters got in the way!) I am very pleased to announce the winner of last week’s giveaway of Silver Bells is Kathryn Anne Merkel! Congrats Kathryn and I will be in touch shortly. 
Thank you to those who participated on the blog post – some great responses over there if you want to read.
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Conclusion from last week. Part 1 can be read here. About 780 words.
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Back doing Wicked Wednesday after an absence! M/F piece this week, not especially graphic, but you’ve been warned. Approx. 780 words. Part 1 of…probably 2.
Note, I was in Stockholm recently for a friend’s wedding. Hence the setting. The following, however, is not a true story. 
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M/F piece for Wicked Wednesday this week. I followed this week’s prompt – link NSFW. Content includes voyeurism, masturbation, and wine.
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Segueing from Wanton Wednesday in Wicked Wednesday with the conclusion of Crown. Very not safe for work, folks! You know the drill. 
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Part 2 of Crown. Under cut for being NSFW. Wanton Wednesday is coming to an end – big thanks to Dangerous Lily for running it for two years – it was fun, for all three times I participated! Rebel is now taking up the reigns with Wicked Wednesday, something I can definitely get behind, and that will be kicking off from next week.
And I fibbed. This is going to be 3 parts. I didn’t mean to that, folks, honest, but I’m not going to get anything posted if I keep worrying about it! Check out Wicked Wednesday next week for Part 3. 
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We are now heading into NSFW territory. Text under the cut. 
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Cut for NSFW, F/m piece. Part 1 of 2. It’s a shame Wanton Wednesday is finishing in a few weeks time, just as I was planning to start having a go of it! Oh well, let’s make this one and the next count for something. 
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Marc remained very still as Brendan took a step backwards, and scooped his hands into the water. Brendan cupped the water, raised it like an offering, and let it spill over Marc’s shoulder. His hand followed, a soft and soothing touch on the scratches on Brendan’s arm. He did the same for other. An anointment, a blessing. Marc’s whole body swelled with humble gratitude, and quiet arousal.
The moonlight caught the parts of Brendan Marc would rarely have noticed; the glean of his fingernails, the brilliant whites of his eyes. And the water, drops like diamonds on his collarbone, and across his shoulders. Marc would have touched each drop, tried to capture each one in his hand, if Brendan would have let him. He wouldn’t, of course. You might tame someone, but that means you let them have their way, at least sometime.
It caused Marc little pain to do so.
Brendan reached around to Marc’s back. Once more, he cupped the water, and for a long moment, let his hands hover at the point where Marc’s neck began. He met Marc’s eyes, gazing up at him with such power, that Marc almost swayed in the water. He could have caught Brendan to him right then, but he would not.
When Brendan released the water, it cascaded down Marc’s back, between his shoulder blades, and crashing back into the pool, rejoining the particles it was once part of. Brendan swept his hands down Marc’s back, and, finding his hips, pulled Marc to him for a kiss.
Photo by Kr.B found on flickr and used under the Creative Commons License.
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Marc’s hand stiffened, knowing if he flexed he’d gripped Brendan’s face too tightly. As he let the sharp yet delicate sensation spread across his hand and down his arm, Marc evened his breathing, making himself gentler, softer, before he allowed his fingers to fall back so his nails glided down Brendan’s cheek. His thumb was still captive in Brendan’s mouth, and Brendan’s eyes were on him, bright and full of promise.
Marc breathed, “Love,” and took a step closer, but Brendan released him, backing away, and holding on hand to Marc’s forearm.
“Wait,” he said, and Marc’s chest filled with thwarted desire, Brendan so close, yet stopping him and just such a distance.
It was always this game between them. If in life Brendan was bolder than Marc, when their touches went beyond tender affection, he turned between wild and seductive, to cautious with his back up like a haunched cat backed into a corner.
But Brendan smiled, fingers brushing away the water on Marc’s arms. “Let me look after you.”
TBC
Photo by Tom Bech found on flickr and used under the Creative Commons License.
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The water Brendan shook around him was quiet compared to his words, deafening for all their softness. Marc sighed, and entered the water. The coolness encased him, silky, soft, like a glove, or a balm, soothing the scratches on his shoulder.
The water enveloped his cock. It rose and fell easily between his legs as he stepped over the smooth pebbles, heading to Brendan who now hovered with his nose at the water line, peering at Marc with glimmering eyes. Marc reached him, and stroke his hand over Brendan’s curls.
“Hey.”
Brendan rose, his head lilting into Marc’s palm, like a panther allowing itself to be tamed. Marc never wanted Brendan tamed, yet somehow, he’d done just that.
“I try to forget,” Brendan said, a confession, and a scolding aimed not at Marc but at himself.
All Marc did was nod. He swept his hand around Brendan’s cheek and jaw, thumb finding Brendan’s lower lip. Brendan’s eyes fluttered, and he sunk his teeth into the pad of Marc’s thumb.
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