Ten Lines from Love of My Life!

Today I thought I'd share a snippet, ten lines, from Love of My Life, from the Smut in the City anthology. Grin. Love this story. Hopefully, you do, too.

“Let me take your mind off your problem.” He turned her around and held her in his arms, albeit loosely. Torin began to sway and sing. “I’ve never found a woman like the love of my life.”

She sagged against him and clutched his shirt. She figured he’d try to get into her pants. Zoe rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. She settled into the rhythm of his movements, transfixed by him.

“You broke my heart, so I gave you your freedom,” he sang. “My mistake to live with for so long. How can I say I was wrong?”

Zoe processed his words. She’d heard the song a thousand times on the radio, but never with the passion and pain in his voice. Tears shimmered in her eyes. She shouldn’t melt into him. Shouldn’t want him so much.

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VIVA JONES – HER SECRET GARDEN

Thanks so much to Wendi for allowing me to be a guest on her blog.   

I lived in London for many years, loving both the city’s vitality and energy, as well as its ability to be calm and peaceful, in parks and gardens and of course roof top terraces.  For Smut in the City I loved the idea of a successful woman running her own company in the middle of Soho, who needs a peaceful retreat amidst the hubbub of daily life.  I also loved the idea of a wildly desirable gardener turning her neat and well-managed life upside down.  Neither is quite who the other thinks they are, and the more they find out, the more they warm to each other after a less than promising start.  I like to think they might make it as a couple, but then, I’ve always been wildly optimistic!

Excerpt from Her Secret Garden by Viva Jones:

           As promised, Fox’s quote arrived at five o’clock, and it was comprehensive and professional, without the split infinitives and misplaced apostrophes that she was always compelled to correct.  Would she give him another chance?  

            Of course she would, Ashley realised in that second; her desires were stronger than she was.  She couldn’t imagine letting someone like Fox out of her life so easily.  She called him.

            ‘I’ve decided to forgive you for your earlier impertinence,’ she said. 

            ‘Good,’ he replied simply.  ‘I’ll start on Monday.’

            Monday seemed an eternity away.   ‘Can’t we discuss it over the weekend?’ she asked.  ‘Exactly which types of pot and which plant, and where they might go?’

            ‘I have three kids and a dog.  I don’t do weekends.’

            Ashley felt flattened.  Of course he was married.  And he was probably one of those men who was relentlessly faithful to his wife, which naturally made him all the more desirable.  ‘I understand.  Monday it is.’

The weekend stretched like a rambling rose, climbing languidly up a brick wall, and Ashley found herself browsing through gardening magazines and websites, suddenly passionate about potting and planting, topiary and pruning.  She pored over Fox’s company website, looking for clues about his private life, but it was deceptively vague, referring only to his having given up a financial career in the City to take up horticultural studies, and the business he’d run for the last ten years. 

            Monday brought a fine spring morning, and Ashley wore a floral silk skirt, a plain white T-shirt and a lacy cardigan, with her favourite high heels.  As Fox strode in through the office, she took a deep breath – not only at the sight of him, but at the trail of mud he left on her carpet.  It would clean, she told herself.  She’d get someone on to it.

‘How are you this fine morning?’ he asked with that smile that could wilt the sturdiest of roses.

            ‘Good, thank you, and you?’ she asked with uncharacteristic nervousness as she led him up the stairs. 

            ‘I’ll be needing to shift pots, plants and earth today,’ he told her once they’d reached the roof.  ‘Don’t worry,’ he added quickly, as if reading her mind. ‘I’ll lay down protective covering, there won’t be any mess.’  She was grateful for his sensitivity, until he added with a grin,  ‘I can tell how precious your carpet is to you.  You probably spent ages agonising over the exact shade, didn’t you?’

            Ashley flushed because of course she had, but wasn’t about to admit it.  All morning, as she tried to concentrate on her producers’ monthly budget reports, Ashley watched Fox coming and going, carrying pots, plants and large bags of earth through the office to the roof.  With every trip he seemed to shed a layer – first the jacket and hat went, then the loose checked shirt.  On his next trip the T-shirt had been pulled out from the waist of his khaki trousers, revealing tanned, muscular arms and a tantalising glimpse of hair on his taut stomach.

By lunch time she couldn’t stand it any longer and climbed up the staircase to find him sitting on an upturned pot, eating a sandwich.  He moved aside and indicated that she joined him, and as she sat down, fearing the worst for her skirt, she got a whiff of masculinity that made her instantly aroused.  It wasn’t a smell that said I’m stinky and need a shower, but one that said, I’m masculine and earthy and physical, and I work hard.  It was a smell Ashley could have inhaled all day if he’d only let her.

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Viva Jones is the London-born author of several erotic short stories which aim to combine sex and sensuality with a dash of humour.  Her stories have appeared in several of Xcite Books’ print and e-anthologies, and she has recently become an author for Mischief Books, featuring in the upcoming collection Brief Encounters.  She was a winner of sex toy company Lovehoney’s 2012 erotic writing competition, with her story appearing in the anthology Take Your Partner.  Her first full-length erotic novel, The Summer of Aphrodite, will be published by House of Erotica later this year.  When not writing she loves cooking and gardening, and is really rather respectable.

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Celebrating Smut in the City Week with a Smutty Sunday Snog!

Since I've been celebrating Smut in the City week all week, I thought I'd share my Sunday Snog from my short in the Smut in the City anthology! Mine's called Love of My Life. Want a copy of Smut? Get yours at Amazon or ARe. And keep watching, I've got more smut coming up this week with Viva Jones and a little bit about my story, too!!

Now here's my snog!!

“I’m untying you and removing the blindfold, but you’re still in my command.” She turned him around and worked the knot on the silk. “Mine.”

Torin stood still while she removed the blindfold. He blinked. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I do belong to you.”

“Help me out of these pesky clothes.”

Torin eased the hem of her shirt up over her head. “May I kiss you?”

“I hope so.” She stared up into his eyes. “I want you to.”

Giving in to his request meant she’d given up more control, but she didn’t care. She preferred to have him run the show. Torin wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other hand popped the button on her jeans. He licked the seam of her mouth. She opened to him and sucked on his tongue.

Torin broke the kiss first. “Fuck. I can’t wait.” He hooked his fingers into the belt loops of her jeans and tugged both the denim and her panties to the floor. He freed one of her legs from the pants, then placed her on the bed. “Mine.”

“Am I?” She braced herself for his response. “You’ve said it a lot, but I can’t make love to you if you’re not giving me everything. Do you love me?”

Sight in the City with Tabitha Rayne

Thanks so much for having me to talk about Smut In The City, Wendi – I have to say, I love this anthology and have been having a wonderful time immersing myself in the other authors’ erotic city adventures.

My own story, The Conjuror is about a woman who is losing her sight but trying not to lose her identity or have her new disability be the thing that now defines her. She takes a night time trip to a bar where she finds a gentleman who shows her how to find sensual pleasure in her new condition.

The phrase ‘life mimicking art’ popped to mind a few weeks ago. I had the oddest thing happen while I was in the city shopping and my vision became blurred and pixelated – it was migraine related, so I was familiar with the sensation – but for a whole afternoon, I wandered around shops and streets feeling disorientated and being unable to see properly. Since I had written a story about loss of vision, I decided to embrace the experience and put myself in my character’s shoes, if only for a few hours.

I explored the city with all of my senses alert, feeling like I was using my whole body to navigate my way through the shops, cafes and traffic. It was very intense.

Sadly for me though, a handsome stranger did not whisk me off to his artist’s studio and show me how to feel colours...

I’m chuffed to bits to be part of this sexy anthology and hope you’ll give it a try!

Here’s a little excerpt from The Conjuror

 “I’ll have a vodka martini, please,” I purr with my best temptress tone and snap open my red evening bag to get my purse. There, see? Just a normal woman out and about.

I sip my drink as slowly as I can, which as it turns out is not slowly at all and suck on ice and thin air tuning in to snippets of conversation going on around me until I think enough time has passed to order another without appearing like a lush.

The barman hands me the drink and I slurp it down in one go. Have the guidelines on measures changed? I’m sure a libation in a tall glass used to last longer than this. I’m nervous. I always drink quickly when I’m nervous – then when I’m not nervous anymore, I’m totally plastered. I will take a lemonade next time; I don’t want to be reckless.

“Waiting for someone?” A low silky voice slides into my ear and nestles there as I keep my gaze ahead but see a tall, suited man sit on the stool next to me.

I consider lying. Then don’t. “Actually, no. I’m just out for a drink, enjoying the evening.” I turn and smile at him hoping my eyes are meeting his when all I can see is dark blurry space where his features should be.

“Care for some company?” he asks and my heart rate slows a little – I must have got away with it.

“Why yes,” I say, feeling the two shots of vodka beginning to work their magic, “I would.”

He pulls his stool closer to mine and motions to the barman. “Two of whatever the lady’s drinking.” I smile and pretend to watch the barman while I take in the stranger from the side of my eye. He is most certainly what I would call hot. I blush as his warm hand brushes mine when he passes my glass. I feel him looking me up and down, studying me, working me out. “What’s your name?”

“Carla,” I say using my middle name as I always do. I was named Elsie after my grandmother and while I love my granny, I’ve never felt the name suited me much – especially while trying to pick up sophisticated suited gentleman in a wine bar. “Yours?”

“Joel.”

“Mmm, that’s unusual,” I say, feeling more and more relaxed in his company. We fall into easy conversation.

“I am an artist at heart,” he says and my ears prick. How suave!

“What kind?” I ask crossing my fingers hoping he is a painter.

“I paint women.” Jackpot! I’ve always fancied myself as a muse. I lift my ribcage and check my posture hoping he might consider me for that very role. “Nude women.” Heat prickles up my neck and flushes my cheeks. I’m no prude but the way he says it draws a certain excitement from me. I sense my nipples have become visible through my sheer dress. I make no attempt to hide the fact and actually reach seductively for my drink so that my upper body twists slightly towards him.

“What part?” I purr...

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Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.

Her short stories, published and upcoming, are included in anthologies from Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleiss, Ravenous Romance, Mischief, and House of Erotica. She has two stand alone titles from Beachwalk Press.

Her new novel, A Clockwork Butterfly is out now.

                                                                    

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Why Manchester? with Victoria Blisse

When I was thinking of a story to submit for Smut in the City I knew I would write about Manchester.
It’s my home city, I’ve lived within easy reach of it for the great majority of my life and it’s probably
the urban area I know the best.

The problem then became where in the city to focus on. I did wonder about having my characters
get up to naughty things at Old Trafford, the home of the Mighty Manchester United, the best
football team in the world (yes, I am biased) but then I got bogged down in the practicalities of that.

So I went for a mental tour of Manchester and tried to find the perfect setting. I wanted somewhere
recognisable, a little unusual and very Mancunian. I finally settled on a landmark I see every time
I visit Manchester, the water feature in Piccadilly Gardens. It just proves that nothing is safe from
this erotica writer’s dirty mind! Here’s a fountain based excerpt from my story, Mad Fer it in
Manchester.

We munch on in silence and watch the kids hurtling through the water.
“I don’t know how they do it,” I laugh, “that water must be freezing.”
“Oh,it looks fun to me.” Stuart grins, “and I’m so hot in this damn suit.”
“Yes you are,” I reply without thinking and his smile expands to cover his whole face.
I try to find some way of covering up my little slip. “So go on then, I dare you to stand on
there with the kiddies.”
“I bet you I can do it and not get wet.”
“How much?”
“Winner gets a kiss.”
Now that sounds like a win-win situation to me.
“You’re on!” I settle back in the grass. He jumps up, pulls off his jacket and drops
it to the floor beside me. It smells of him, spicy and fresh. I resist the urge to run the heavy
material against my cheek. I carry on watching him and yes, he’s doing it. He’s standing in
the middle of the fountain. It’s completely dry now but you know it’s going to spurt soon.
The little kids are laughing nervously, anticipating the cooling jets that will explode beneath
them at any minute. I hold my breath. Will he get wet?
“Ha, see!” He taunts as the water shoots up a metre or so away from him, “told, you.”
I’m just about to respond when a spout of water comes to my rescue and squirts up
directly beside him, showering him in ice cold water.
“You were saying?” I clap my hands in delight.
He just laughs and wipes his wet hair from his eyes. His white shirt is clinging to his
chest now and I can see the outline of his nipples and the dip of his bellybutton.
“Come on in, Lauren, the water is fine.”
“No, we need to go get you dry.” I look at my watch. “We’ve only got twenty
minutes.”
“Okay, bring me my jacket.”
I stand and walk towards the fountain. He’s perched on the edge and holds out his
hand. I pass him the jacket but he grabs hold of me and pulls me towards him. I follow him
with a yell, leaping up the step and onto the wet marble top.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, “I’ll get soaked.”
“That’s what I am hoping for.” He spins me round right into the path of one of the
jets. I scream as the ice cold water soaks through my skirt and my blouse and hits my heated
cheeks. It’s cold and all my senses jump alive from the shock.
“You little…” Just in time I realise we’re surrounded by kids so I refrain from calling
him a nasty name. He laughs, grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him.
“I like you wet,” He whispers.

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Victoria Blisse Bio:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

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Tuesday in Toronto ~ A Guest Post with Giselle Renarde, Author of “Saturday on a Tuesday”

Thanks to Wendi for welcoming me as a guest! In case you don’t know me, my name is Giselle Renarde and I’m a contributor to a great anthology called Smut in the City. Smut in the City is full of erotic stories about (you guessed it!) encounters in “the city.”

Which city, you ask?

Some authors were inspired to write about the romance of cities they’d visited, but I’m not much of a traveller so I wrote about the city I live in. I wrote about Toronto. More than that, I wrote about people who live here, doing what many of them do: working long hours in glass towers.

Yes, I wrote about office workers. Why? Because when I think about the city, it’s business that comes to mind. Ducks’ feet kicking wildly and never quite managing to maintain slick operations.

My story “Saturday on a Tuesday” opens on overworked, underappreciated, middle-aged Gemma sitting in her office at eight in the evening, staring at the CN Tower. Until she gets up for another cup of coffee, she has no idea someone else is still at work.

Here, have an excerpt:

With her coffee cup in hand, Liddy slumped into one of the lunchroom chairs. “I can’t stand the thought of going home to an empty apartment.”

“I could come with you,” Gemma offered.

Liddy rolled her eyes and laughed, like she thought it was a joke. She took a sip of her coffee, and then stared into the mug in silence. “Can I tell you a secret?” “Absolutely!” Gemma abandoned the counter without a coffee. She didn’t need one anymore. She was electrified by the possibilities.

Biting her lip, Liddy traced the outlines of her plain white mug with one finger. She heaved a sigh. “My girlfriend left me. I had a girlfriend and… now she’s gone.” Gemma’s pussy throbbed in time with her racing heart. “I didn’t know you had a penchant for women.”

“Nobody knows.” Liddy bowed her head and her long hair feathered the sides of her coffee cup. “That was the problem, according to Sarah. She called me a Saturday Night Lesbian.”

“Oh yes,” Gemma agreed. “A woman who’s crazy for pussy on Saturday nights, but acts like she’s straight the rest of the week.”

Liddy’s eyes seemed so sad, but she smiled sweetly. “I’d never heard it before. Sarah had to tell me what it meant, and I was so hurt. She thought I was ashamed of myself, and ashamed of her.”

“Are you ashamed?”

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Every Tuesday in Toronto can’t be full of hot, kinky lesbian bondage and office sex… but this one sure is!

Cheers,

Giselle

~ ~ Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

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Within the Crumbling Walls ~ Lucy Felthouse

I've found that the longer I've been writing, the more I find inspiration in the strangest places. And sometimes the inspiration doesn't strike me until much later. My story in Smut in the City is a perfect example of this.

I went to Rome in May 2012 for the first time. I fully expected to come home with some ideas for stories, and given I needed to get my story written for Smut in the City when I got back, then that was perfect. What I wasn't expecting, however, was for the inspiration to come from the Colosseum. It's an absolutely awe-inspiring place, but it's so busy and crowded that getting up to anything sexy would grant you a large audience of onlookers and possibly some time spent in an Italian jail.

But, would you believe, a metal barrier and a sign gave me an idea. The whole structure is ancient and crumbling, but there's a particular part of it which is fenced off from the public as it is apparently more dangerous than the rest. And it's here that I set the sex scene from my story. My horny characters slipped past the warning barrier and had some kinky fun with thousands of people just feet away from them.

And voila, Within the Crumbling Walls was born. Now, I know my ideas are sparked by unusual things, but I think a metal barrier has got to be the strangest.

*****

Within the Crumbling Walls

By Lucy Felthouse

Exiting the Colosseo Metro station, Libby shot a grin at her boyfriend, Ciaran. “I don’t think we’ll have any trouble finding it, do you?”

“Hmm?” Ciaran frowned, then turned his gaze in the direction that Libby was pointing. He gave a sheepish smile. “No, I don’t think we will. Shall we put the map away?”

Libby nodded, and Ciaran spun round so she should take the map and load it into his backpack. Zipping it back up, she patted it twice to signal she was done. Ciaran turned and held out his hand. She took it, and together they took their lives in their hands crossing the busy Roman road and walked to the Colosseum.

Despite the early hour, the queue was already considerable, and the couple exchanged a wry look. But then Libby remembered something. “Hey, don’t look so glum babe. We can skip the queue, remember?”

Ciaran frowned. “We can?”

Pulling a small credit card shaped and sized item from her pocket, she replied, “Yes! Our Roma cards mean we can get in quicker. That was one of the selling points the rep kept going on about when she was trying to flog them to us.”

Ciaran slapped his forehead theatrically, then retrieved his own card from his pocket. “Of course!” He used his not inconsiderable height to peer over the heads of the group in front of him. “Okay, I see it. There’s a separate line for Roma Pass holders, and it’s moving tons quicker. Hurrah!”

He made his way through the crowd, using a combination of touches on people’s backs and the words “excuse me.” Libby followed quickly in his wake. Soon they were at the back of the very short and swiftly-moving queue. People passed through, showing their cards to a very stern-looking Italian man, who nodded and pointed them towards another line.

This time they scanned their cards through some kind of barcode reader, and finally, they were in. Within the crumbling walls of the ancient Colosseum, probably the most famous landmark in Rome. Looking around, Libby could see why.

Photos and videos didn’t do it justice. She wasn’t sure if Colosseum translated to colossal or not, but it was certainly the most apt word to describe the place. It really was huge—and they hadn’t even seen the best part yet. Following Ciaran from the ticket booth area—which was literally within the great walls—they passed out into the open area in the middle. Libby gasped. It was amazing.

They were at ground level, with two or three levels above—she wasn’t sure which—and of course, the one below. Where the gladiators, warriors and fierce creatures would have been kept before being forced to fight in the arena.

Realising Ciaran was gaping at the sight before them too, she encouraged him forward. “Come on, we’re kind of in the way here.” Looking left, she saw an area which was fenced off and held warning signs urging the public not to enter. Libby snorted. The whole place was falling to pieces, how could they possibly deem one section more dangerous than another?

Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the right and saw an area which would allow them a better view of the arena floor. She grabbed Ciaran’s hand and pulled him with her.

Leaning on a barrier and looking out, Libby saw that arena “floor” was not an accurate description. At one end of the enormous structure, a wooden base had been erected, but the rest of the oval was open, displaying what lay beneath. It looked like a labyrinth, and suddenly she became aware of an English-speaking tour guide telling his group the history of the place. She eavesdropped for a while, then fell to thinking how lucky she was to have been born in this day and age. She’d never know anyone who’d be thrown to their deaths in such a place—or be forced to watch them killed in such a brutal manner.

*****

Sultry, smouldering sex in the city is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

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*****

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Smut in the City Week!!

It's Smut in the City week on Wendi Zwaduk~Romance to Make Your Heart Race. I'm featuring snippets from the stories and fun guest blogs from some of the authors. Check them out! You won't want to miss this week!

WIP Wednesday

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I haven't had much on the writing front happening lately. Not for a lack of wanting to. Nope. I've wanted to. But I have an alter ego. Megan Slayer. Ever heard of her? Yeah, she's had a lot of super shorts that just keep busting out of her and well, I can't contain them. It's not a bad thing as the super shorts are super hot. So I can't complain.

Another thing is the amount of releases lately. I'm NOT complaining. Trust me. I'm thankful for each and every one of them. Smut in the City just came out. Switch is available for preorder if you’re a Total-E-Bound newsletter subscriber/VIP member. At the end of the month, One More Night, my foray into the 1Night Stand series drops from Decadent. Busy month. If you haven’t stopped over, head to the Cyber Launch Party. Yesterday was the party for Switch. Comment with your email before 10 am EST and you’re eligible to win a pdf from either me or Desiree Holt. How cool is that?

I’m going to work on the story for Arran, Mindy and Sav next. There’s trouble in paradise. I’m kinda excited because Arran and Sav got the girl a little too easily and now they’re going to have to work for her. Grin. Always fun to torture characters.

Okay, time to head back to the bat cave. I’ve got stories that want to be written all of the sudden. Grin.

Sunday Snog with Smut in the City!

My Sunday Snog is from my short in the Smut in the City anthology! Mine's called Love of My Life. Want a copy of Smut? Ger yours at Amazon or ARe.

Now here's my snog!!



“I’m untying you and removing the blindfold, but you’re still in my command.” She turned him around and worked the knot on the silk. “Mine.”

Torin stood still while she removed the blindfold. He blinked. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I do belong to you.”

“Help me out of these pesky clothes.”

Torin eased the hem of her shirt up over her head. “May I kiss you?”

“I hope so.” She stared up into his eyes. “I want you to.”

Giving in to his request meant she’d given up more control, but she didn’t care. She preferred to have him run the show. Torin wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other hand popped the button on her jeans. He licked the seam of her mouth. She opened to him and sucked on his tongue.

Torin broke the kiss first. “Fuck. I can’t wait.” He hooked his fingers into the belt loops of her jeans and tugged both the denim and her panties to the floor. He freed one of her legs from the pants, then placed her on the bed. “Mine.”

“Am I?” She braced herself for his response. “You’ve said it a lot, but I can’t make love to you if you’re not giving me everything. Do you love me?”

Sexy Cover Saturday!!

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Sultry, smouldering sex in the city is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

My story in this group is Love of My Life.

Check it out at ARe and Amazon!

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Love of My Life

Ten lines from my upcoming release in the Smut in the City Anthology, Love of My Life...

“You, so you say.” She notched her chin in the air. “You came back to this city and all the things you said hemmed you in for me. You don’t like traffic, hate seeing all the buildings cluttering the skyline and yet you’re back in town.”

“You don’t believe me?” His voice rumbled down her spine. “Come here.”

“No.” She sidestepped him and allowed herself to breathe. She kept her back to him. If she didn’t see him, she couldn’t fall for him. “I can’t.”

“Claustrophobia?”

“Yes.” He’d remembered. She studied her reflection in the polished metal. “Gets me every time.”

“Let me take your mind off your problem.”

And yes, I did get the title from listening to that Queen song one too many times. Too emotional. Especially when Brian May sings it after Freddie passed. RIP Freddie.

Travel Thursdays - Cleveland and News!

Ever been to Cleveland? The home of Drew Carey's show, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and NASA Glenn. No? Well, you can take a quick trip there in the Smut in the City Anthology. How? Because my story, Love of My Life is in that very anthology. Grin. I'm really excited. Here's the cover:

Like it? I do. Want to know who else is involved?

A long, hard Hammer by Sommer Marsden
A Tale of Two Sisters by Toni Sands
Glory Box by Cassandra Dean
Her Secret Garden by Viva Jones
Lights Out by MA Stacie
Mad fer it in Machester by Victoria Blisse
Love of my Life by Wendi Zwaduk
Neighbours by Harper Bliss
Taking Care of Business by Lexie Bay
Saturday on a Tuesday by Giselle Renarde
The conjuror by Tabitha Rayne
Underground Encounter by Tamsin Flowers
Verona by Geoff Chaucer
Within the Crumbling Walls by Lucy Felthouse

Here's the blurb for mine:

When two souls reunite, anything can happen in the city.

Zoe never forgot her first love. Then again, with Torin fronting one of the biggest rock bands in the world, he’s everywhere. He’s back in the city she loves, but does he want a second chance or just a fling? Better yet, can her heart weather losing him a second time?

Torin Michaels might be a rock star, but he’s not immune to heartache. Zoe’s the one woman he never forgot. Cleveland has always been her town. Can he make amends and make it their city?