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Guest Blogger: Kay Jaybee

October 18, 2013 By

I’m delighted to be visiting Erotica For All today, on the final leg of my blog tour to celebrate the release of my latest BDSM novel, The Retreat, the second part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

Blurb-

Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…

Guest Blog: Lynne Silver

October 17, 2013 By

The Virgin Hero

I have a total soft spot for virgin heroes. I roll my eyes when the heroine is a virgin unless it’s historical romance. So why then do I read virgin heroes like crack?

Maybe because the trope goes against societal norms. We expect males to lose their virginity before they end their teen years. Yet we have a double standard for the females. With whom are we expecting these teen boys to be sleeping with if not their female peers? The one class slut?

Guest Blog: Jacqueline Paige

October 16, 2013 By

Writing (sex) scenes…it’s not easy!

Someone commented a few days ago about how it must be easy to write sex scenes. I’m not sure what they were reading, but to me writing a sex scene is harder than co-coordinating eight characters all doing something different in the same scene!

Guest Blog: Alison Tyler

October 15, 2013 By

The Definition of Sexy By Alison Tyler

I took great pleasure in the fact that Byron hated Connor, that he called him dumb, clearly intimidated because Connor was so handsome—and this is the funny thing. I’ve never been into handsome. I’m much more of a Billy Bob Thornton than a Brad Pitt sort of girl. But Connor was a modern James Dean, blonde and blue-eyed and almost angelic, the kind of stunning that turns heads. I didn’t want him for those reasons. I craved him because he saw something in me, even at my most beaten down, and he went after me. I have a photo of him following a night of no sleep. He’s wearing black jeans and no shirt under an open blazer, and he’s smoking a cigarette, but barely, the butt dangling from his lower lip. He has that insolent fuck you look that has always made me wet in a heartbeat.—Dark Secret Love

Guest Blog: Tanith Davenport

October 10, 2013 By

The process of rewriting a classic

When I decided to take on The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, I knew it would be a challenge – and it was, in so many ways.

Before I could even begin writing, I needed to re-read the book – no great hardship as it’s always been one of my favourites – and plan out spots where intimate moments could be inserted, paying attention to the surroundings in each instance. There are a number of places where private conversations are held between lovers and illicit kisses are stolen, but more intense encounters might prove to be unfeasible; a kiss in a corridor, for instance, became a passionate fumble in an alcove, but even for that to happen I had to get rid of a loitering father and an eagle-eyed mother. Other times my heroine worries about being caught by the servants. It all needed to be considered.

Guest Blog: Dakota Trace

September 28, 2013 By

Wyk'sScavengerHuntBadge “Howdy all – now don’t I just sound like a hick?” I look around the room. “Well, I’m not – I swear! I may come from Iowa, but I’d like to think I’m not too provincial.”

“No you’re just a pain in the ass.” Livvy quipped as she set down the huge basket of chocolate truffles.

I arch my brow at her. “Really? I thought that was the other way around?”

“Nope.” A frown marred her muse’s face. “You’re my author.” The edge in my normally delightful muse’s voice had me sighing. You see, our stop yesterday at the Wicked Muse Tavern hadn’t gone the best and I’d in essence threatened to replace my Livvy. Since then she’d been alternating between ass-kissing and demanding my attention.

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