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Hi guys! Just a swift check-in from me.
I have been stupidly bogged down with editing and stuff lately. Got a busy week of signing stuff off coming up.
Personally, I can confirm my next novel is something very different to anything I have ever done before. I am reluctant to release details at the moment but I can confirm, it is literary/contemporary fiction.
More to come. Until then, check out The Chambermaid. She got a few more reviews this week and I am super pleased that I am reaching various corners of the globe!
Click below and enjoy!
Oooh, it’s cold. It’s dark outside. It’s not all that nice! My husband works in journalism and is flat-out in the month of November to get you all your Christmas magazines. He hardly sees the light of day. Bless him! I always write something every year for my husband to look forward to reading at the end of this period of slog. Last year it was an unusual one… a 160,000-word action adventure novel, Beneath the Exile, which spanned four decades and several continents.
This year, I will give him something with fewer words but nevertheless, it is still pretty special. I will provide more on that, all in due course. It sure should get published. It’s something with a festive theme… I have a book cover ready and I am editing as we speak. By ze way, it is not erotique… More to come…
I’ve also been busy typesetting other people’s books for publication, editing them, producing covers. So you could say it’s one hectic month and I am so looking forward to Christmas this year! A lovely period of time off with my husband and daughter.
Treat yourself to a double helping of Chambermaid action today for a bargain price of less than £2.70 for the two (A Fine Profession and A Fine Pursuit). Still been getting some great feedback for these erotic stories. You can also still purchase the chambermaid’s short stories for 99pence. Just search Amazon for Bedtime Confessions. (click on the covers on my home page to view these books on amazon).
In other news I have an extra scene I wrote for A Fine Pursuit that I am hoping to release sometime soon! It’s from Charlotte’s POV, though the novel is from Noah’s voice…! A little bonus from our naughty chambermaid. What a year it has been so far.
Catch ya later, Sx
Go to my AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE now to download any of my books for 99pence in the run-up to this Friday’s release of A Fine Pursuit, the sequel and conclusion to A Fine Profession…
A few people have asked me whether Charlotte’s story is done with at the end of A Fine Profession. My answers have been vague and there is a reason. But I think I should clarify…
A Fine Pursuit is going to very much feature her, even though it is from Noah’s perspective. At the end of Book One, we are left with some BIG questions. We know she left him, we know that from the very beginning of Book One. There is something Charlotte never expected Noah would do and in A Fine Pursuit, he does it. He books himself in for therapy.
Book Two is very heavy on the psychology. It is with this in mind, I should warn you now that I have decided not to list this as an erotic novel. There are plenty of sex scenes still, there always are in any books of mine, but this is a book which you might need to prepare yourselves for. This is much less a sex book than A Fine Profession. The romancer in Noah has made this very much a story of one man’s dreadful past and the woman who forces him to not only face it, but embrace it and hopefully… move on. Sex becomes a sideline of the enormous emotional connection they grow to share.
So to warn you, this is a CONTINUATION of the couple’s story, and not just Noah’s version of Book One. The story continues. It is ongoing. There will be scenes featuring Noah’s interpretation of some parts of Book One, but I’ve only weaved the important elements fundamental to his therapy and the condition he suffers.
Whether the Chambermaid and her lover get their happy ever after, you will just have to read to find out…
At present, I am feeling excited, nervous, tired, impatient, annoyed, happy, sad, oh… and more… The research for these books has been integral and whether I meant to or not, I think I pulled something out of the bag that nobody will expect. I have made huge sacrifices to write these books but I loved every minute. Thought every hardship worth it. Watch this space…
He broke a moment of calm by throwing me over unexpectedly, dragging me on my knees. He pulled himself up close behind me, and lifted my torso, so that we were facing the mirror with his body just behind mine. He slipped on another condom and pushed inside me. I breathed deeply, for he was large and I was sensitive. He rocked against me slowly and pulled on my hips to bring me toward him, wrapping his muscular arms around me. His body was perfectly sculpted from lengthy gym sessions and I felt fleshy in comparison.
“Look in the mirror Charlotte, you’re beautiful. Your breasts are a thing of majesty. Of artistry and wonder. Look at them.”
I watched in the mirror, hazily, as he moved inside me. His hands wandered over my breasts, bouncing and holding them, telling me I gave new meaning to the term Rubenesque.
“Put your arms up, behind yourself, behind my neck.”
I did and when I had, I saw what he was getting at. My arms raised, my breasts moved too, and the tips lifted so that I appeared smaller of shape and size, but still quite big. Those large, uncomfortable things that had sprouted and encouraged mental agony in my late teens now looked very different. He tweaked my nipples so I could see in the mirror, and my armpits looked feminine and dainty against the hefty glands. I turned my head and he kissed me deeply, longingly. He pulled my neck so I rested back against his shoulder and he trapped me there so I couldn’t observe anymore.
This is an excerpt from A Fine Profession, which is being released THIS FRIDAY!!
This is a scene in which my heroine finally discovers she is desirable and it is with someone quite unexpected…
DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE NOT 18+
The consummate seductress sat cross-legged on a chaise longue that was as crimson as her feted heart. That secondary bed straddled a voluptuous, Moroccan-inspired, Axminster rug, which added a touch of colour to a boudoir dominated by dark oak. She took a moment to survey the lavish, candlelit bedchamber, which might once have housed Henry Tudor for a night, for all she knew. It was just like many other sanctuaries she had grown accustomed to and those workaday environs no longer held any romance for her. They were as much a part of the illusion as she was. Read more