Wednesday, 30 September 2015

The E-Publishing Roadmap

 What is one of the biggest growth markets around?
eBooks, not those poor quality ones we saw popping up all over the place several years ago, but those well written, entertaining reads, carefully crafted and aimed at devices such as the Kindle, tablet devices and smart phones.
Sales of these devices are continuing to grow dramatically, which is why Amazon, Apple, B&N and other eBook sites are always on the look out for new, exciting material to satisfy this  hugely demanding market. It goes without saying that eBooks are here to stay and modern, well crafted eBooks are big business!
There is a great opportunity to make money in this market with the right guidance and a little perseverance. 
In 'The E-Publishing Roadmap' successful Kindle publisher Robert Corrigan shares precious advice, revealing exactly how you can copy his tried and tested system to steer yourself towards Kindle success. The bonus is that it's so much easier than anyone would have thought.
'The E-Publishing Roadmap' reveals Robert’s entire system with nothing left out. There is nothing else to buy, simply copy and apply the system.
Robert will take you down the route to Kindle success one step at a time. Learn how to use the same system Robert used to make 1483 Kindle sales in 5 months.

In 'The E-Publishing Roadmap' Robert provides you with everything you need to get started today. You can watch over his shoulder in the training videos as he shows you, step by step, how to produce a kindle book.
All the tools you need are either free or you will already have them at your disposal. Robert even gives his own Kindle templates to make sure that your book is right first time every time.
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Thursday, 24 September 2015

Thursday Taster #16

 Hi and welcome to this week's taster. Each week a group of authors, including myself, will share with you a sample from one of our stories. last week I was sharing an excerpt from 'Between The Pages' a story from my anthology 'Fevered Kisses'. I'm continuing from where I left off, enjoy!:

We took a boat ride and sat right at the back; rows of people were in front of us though, thankfully, no children. When we had been moving for around 5 minutes I placed my hand on David’s lap. He was naked underneath the shorts as I had requested. I moved my hand across his groin until he became erect then I stroked back and forth watching his eyes close in the beautiful sunshine. This continued for a few moments until his shorts formed a perfect tent and he was a lost cause. I reached beneath his baggy shirt and down the front of his shorts, looking ahead at the backs of the other passengers. David was sat to my left and I was able to take him in my right hand and squeeze the erection waiting there for me. Slowly I moved my hand up and down hidden by the shirt. He moaned softly and I nudged him quiet with my thigh. I moved my hand with more urgency clasping him between thumb and curled forefinger. With a jolt and a shudder he coated my palm, biting hard on his lip to stop himself crying out. Delicious! ****
My stop arrived and I left the train, tucking the notebook back into my bag. I was excited by what I’d read and my legs felt like jelly as I walked quickly to my car. Back home I sought relief with anxious fingers. I thought about David in the boat releasing himself behind the backs of unwitting visitors. I lay back on the bed with my legs up against the wall and stroked myself towards release, shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over me. After a few moments I read on, I couldn’t resist, who was this person with such an exciting life?
One hour and two orgasms’ later I had made up my mind. It was crazy but I wanted to try this. Maybe not the more adventurous incidents but I wanted to be with a man, just once, who didn’t know me and would do whatever I asked. I leafed through the book dishevelled and naked, my body still glowing and my mind buzzing with excitement. I had to act now while I dared.
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Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Tantalising Tuesday #49


  Hello Everyone and welcome to Tantalising Tuesday. Each week a group of authors choose an individual photograph and write about it using approx 200 words. Below is mine, enjoy!:




  It was a dangerous combination. Red, rich wine, soft white towels and naked skin so very close. Anya knew she was never going to be able to resist Daniel - should she even try? The wooden bench of the sauna held their combined weight as they struggled to inch as close as possible leaving no gap between them. A heartbeat ago they were just chatting but the heat, the sensuality of soft skin so near, had brought them together like magnets to iron filings.

"Should we?" Daniel whispered, his breath warm and damp as his lips brushed against her skin.
"No..." Anya murmured, "Not here, we can't."
"Please," he urged, "No-one's around, just"
Daniel lifted the towel to reveal his desire, drawing a pleasurable moan from Anya. It was no use fighting, the urge was too strong. They had waited all week for a chance to be alone together. With a glance toward the sauna door that was bordering on blasé, Anya climbed onto Daniel’s lap. Together they searched feverishly for the contact they needed, both crying out as Daniel entered her.

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Cheerleaders in Heat by Muffy Wilson & Chrissy Laurence

 I am proud to present a wonderful new release from Muffy Wilson and Chrissy Laurence!

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about. 
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?

 As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed?  How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers?  Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now.  She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers.  She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.  She could feel it all over now, everywhere.  She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.
She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered.  She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall.  She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been.  She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies.  Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy.  Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully fitted dress.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. 
Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

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Monday, 21 September 2015

Good Manors - Victoria Blisse Exciting New Release!

New Release!

Good Manors is the latest offering from the Queen of Smut, Victoria Blisse. Part of the ‘What’s Her Secret Series’ of books from Totally Bound, this is a novel with twists, turns, secrets and steaming hot erotic encounters.
Set in an English country Manor, Victoria’s novel has a uniquely British feel and gives a glimpse behind the scenes of the aristocracy including its seedier side. Told from the point of view of both of the main characters, you see through the eyes of both the secret keeper and the one kept in the dark.

Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?
India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.
Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meagre profits are mysteriously disappearing.
The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.
In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.
General Release Date: 15th September 2015

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Pure Blisse!” Karen Shenton
The sex scenes are off-the-charts kind of HAWT…” The TBR Pile
Full of sexy encounters and a gut wrenching confession Good Manors is a great page turner.” Alison Grieg
“I loved the writing on this book, it was engaging and sexy, with a hint of intrigue.” Momof3infl

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, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out  for more details.
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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I got everything ready for what I hoped would be a date and a successful one at that, then rushed along to the staffroom to wait for India.
She kept me waiting for thirty minutes.
“Sorry I’m late,” she purred on entering the room. “It takes rather a while for me to get pretty.”
“Wow.” I was close to speechless. She was naturally gorgeous and didn’t need anything to enhance that but she wore the most striking dress in a scarlet velvet that hugged her curves and showed off her pale flesh at bosom and thigh. “Just wow.” I shook my head.
What am I doing?
She looked like the cat who’d got the cream. She stood defiantly, like she was challenging me to a duel. I was at once petrified and highly turned on. This woman wasn’t going to roll over and surrender.
Pearls dangled from her ears and surrounded her neck. I was transfixed as she ran a finger across the collar of white beads at her throat, making me think of other white, creamy droplets as she showed off the scarlet of her nails.
“We’re not eating in here tonight.” I smiled. “I thought we’d really push the boat out as it’s your last night here.”
“Lead the way, then.” She almost sounded disinterested but the glint in her eye gave her away.
“I only asked you to wear a pretty dress, India, not one that was prone to give me a heart attack.”
“I like to go beyond a man’s expectations.” She winked.
“Oh, you certainly did that.”
I led her down the corridor, her little heels click, click, clicking all the way to the dining room.
She gasped when we entered and it was my turn to smirk. I’d set up a smaller table by the fireplace and placed candles on a bright white tablecloth then I pulled up two of our most opulent chairs. The upholstery matched her dress. The logs crackled in the grate and set a romantic glow around the room. I’d lit the candelabras along the huge state table but that was the only light, and it flickered and highlighted the polished silver and the beautifully detailed gold floral pattern on the dark red flocked wallpaper.
“Well, they didn’t have electric lights back in the day, so I thought we’d keep things authentic.” I captured her cold fingers and led her over to the table. I pulled back a chair and helped her sit. “Champagne?”
“Yes, please,” she replied.
I walked over to the side table and retrieved a bottle from the ice bucket then deftly popped the cork.
“It’s beautiful in here.” She spoke when the pop of the cork and its impressive echo around the room came to a stop.
“This was the room that needed the most restoration. I’m very proud of it. It’s barely ever used, though, which is a shame, but then when you know how much the flooring cost you do tend to worry about crumbs.”
“Oh, thanks for that. I’m definitely not going to be able to eat anything now.”
“Don’t worry.” I laughed. “We do own a vacuum.”
I carried over the two champagne flutes, passed one to her then offered mine forward.
“A toast.” I looked deep into her eyes. “Good Manors.” I lifted my glass and tipped it toward her.
Good Manors,” she echoed and touched her flute to mine.
I watched as she took a sip, the bubbles licking her ruby red lips. I didn’t know how long I stared at her but she eventually dropped her gaze and I shook myself out of the stupor.
“Food, that’s what we need next.” I coughed and walked back over to the side table. “I know we’re in a very traditional space but I thought something meze inspired would be good. I don’t want to spend half the night in the kitchen.” I picked up the silver tray and carried it back to her. I popped little bowls on the table, filled with olives and mini mozzarella, roasted peppers and sun blush tomatoes, then followed them with plates of cured meats.
“Wow, this is a spread.” She gasped.
“Well, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a bit carried away. There’s another load yet, hold on.”
I took the tray back with me and headed toward the hot box. I was impressed by how warm it had kept the food. I’d borrowed it from the caterer we used for weddings. Well, they’d left it after the last event so I was fairly certain they’d not mind. I’d made many of the dishes for the first time from recipes I’d found online, things like patas bravas and tortilla, and mixed them with my own favorite, paella. I’d never traveled outside the UK but I did enjoy trying foods from exotic locations. It was a way of traveling without leaving the hall.
“Help yourself”—I gestured toward the food then sat down—“there’s plenty to go round.”
“I don’t know where to start.” She laughed. “It all looks so good. Thanks, Xander.”
“You’re welcome, but you’ve not tried anything yet!”
“It smells wonderful, though, and you didn’t poison me last night.” She giggled.
“No, that’s true.” I nodded. “Though I have heard my kisses are deadly.”
“Well, I’m still here.” She fluttered her lashes and looked down at the end of her fork.
I loved the pink suffusion on her cheeks. Making her blush was fun. I wondered how good her butt cheeks would look in the same shade of pink and had to shift in my seat as my cock leapt in the confines of my trousers.
“So you are. Maybe I didn’t kiss you hard enough,” I teased.
“I’m not sure if I’m excited or scared. It seems you want to kill me, Xander.”
“No, my kiss might slay you but there’s a secret potion I know will revive you if that happens.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.” I nodded. I think the champagne bubbles had gone straight to my head, or maybe my decision to go for it was making me so brazen.
“Well, in that case then I won’t worry anymore.”