Only a Taste – Out Now!

I’m very excited to announce that today my latest release, Only a Taste (Chance Encounters #3) goes live! This is the third in the Chance Encounters series and follows Mandi Grewal as she tries to figure out life as a young adult, juggling her very traditional Punjabi family, as well as a guy, Callum, whom she’s convinced her parents will never accept. For your reading pleasure, I’m including an excerpt below.

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To celebrate this release, I’m running a limited time giveaway exclusively as a thank-you to readers who have reviewed this title. To qualify, please provide a link to where your review is published. This can be either Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple, Google Play, Smashwords, Goodreads, LibraryThing, etc., or even your own book review blog if you have one. The point is it must be visible publicly so it can be verified when it becomes time to pick a winner. Please note the review should be genuine & honest and does not necessarily have to be positive in order to qualify.

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Chapter Two : Callum (for Chapter One, click here)

“Mr. Byrne, I can assure you that you won’t find a better location for your new restaurant in all of Brighton.” The estate agent flashes his extra-white teeth. He looks almost like a shark, readying himself to shred his prey to pieces – me in this case.

“The rent is too high, it won’t be viable,” I argue, while looking around the empty establishment again. A lot of decorating would be needed as well. It’s too much.

“Think of the footfall!” He points out the window which is currently partially obscured by white paint. Still, masses of day-trippers can be seen from where we stand.

“How about you speak to the owners again and let me know if the lease is negotiable. It will take a lot of investment to bring this property up to scratch.” I offer him my hand, signalling the end of the viewing, as well as the discussion. If he comes down enough, I may consider this property, otherwise, it’s back to the drawing board.

“Very well. Thank you very much for your time.” The estate agent shakes my hand slightly less enthusiastically than at the beginning of the meeting.

After leaving the empty shop, we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.

It’s a beautiful day, deep blue skies with not a cloud in sight. Warm too, the surging temperatures of our current summer heatwave evident in the amount of exposed skin outside. Apparently I’m overdressed. Swimming trunks and bikinis, that’s Brighton’s dress code in the summer. I stand out like a sore thumb in my jeans and button-up shirt.

The footfall would be good here, though I’d expect my new restaurant to quickly become bookings-only once the new show airs. Perhaps I should consider a location that’s a little further away from the mad crowds, and hopefully more affordable. I don’t want to have to shutter up the place as soon as I’m no longer on TV.

Enough work for one day though. Today is too lovely to waste.

The beach is crowded, so much so I’m not at all tempted to go near it. Perhaps if I walk further out towards the western side of town I’ll find some peace and quiet. But not without sampling some of the local refreshments. The only establishment not selling Fish & Chips around here seems to be the ice cream truck parked up on the pavement. There’s a queue of people already waiting, but I can’t help myself. Gelato will do that to a person.

I join one of the two queues and wait my turn. It takes a while, but it’ll be worth it.

“One scoop of Rum & Raisin, please,” I say, shocked to find that the girl to my left has word-for-word ordered the exact same thing. The two guys behind the counter look at each other and pause.

“OK, you’re going to have to sort this out between yourselves,” my guy says. He seems to be in charge of the truck. “We’ve got one scoop left.”

Looking over at the girl I’m competing with, I’m struck by her exotic beauty. Big brown eyes gaze up at me, a mixture of disappointment and hope. Her full lips half-parted as if she’s about to say something, but something interrupted her. I find myself uncharacteristically reluctant to speak up first, but it looks like I have no choice.

“Let’s flip a coin for it,” I attempt a joke.

Her stare tells me I failed. My eyes are quickly drawn to her hand, clutching a purple leather wallet. No ring, no tan line where one might have been. She looks young, but not inappropriately so.

“I can just get something else,” she whispers at last. Her eyes are still glued to me. Did she recognise me and that’s why she’s staring? Or is it something else? Have I got something stuck in my teeth?

“I hope you won’t take this the wrong way,” I pause, while she raises an eyebrow. My guy, who decided to serve the customer behind me instead of waiting for us to resolve our gelato stand-off, pauses a bit too long, clearly listening in to our conversation.

The black-haired girl patiently waits for me to finish, but something in her body language has changed. I’m sure she gets this all the time. Fuck it, I feel like a sleaze for even trying.

“You have it.” I turn to face the chalkboard again, ready to pick another flavour. “I’ll have tiramisu,” I tell the guy behind the counter, who just shrugs. I guess he was looking forward to watching me get shot down by this girl, had I actually made a move.

Meanwhile, the younger guy hands the girl her scoop of Rum & Raisin in a cone, which she accepts with a smile. God, what a radiant smile. She takes her change and turns, walking off towards the beach. I quickly take my cup and impossibly tiny spoon and rush after her.

“Excuse me, miss,” I say, when I catch up with her a few steps ahead.

She turns and stares at me again. How the hell do I do this without coming across like a total douche bag? Funnily, coming across like a douche has never been much of a concern. You win some you lose some, and ever since the first season of my show aired, I haven’t really had to work hard to get female attention. But there’s something different about this one. I wonder if much of my interest in her is caused by how hard she’s making things?

“Yes?” she asks, sounding stand-offish. Her rich amber coloured eyes are too distracting, I almost forget what I was about to say.

“I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner?” I ask at last.

She scrutinises me from head to toe, as she considers the question. Perhaps she’s wondering if it’s worth the sacrifice to stick the ice cream in my face.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” she says finally.

Normally, I may have been more than happy to explain, but not this time. Oh yeah, I’m on TV, seems way too tacky. So I shrug. “Maybe I just have one of those faces?”

My answer makes her pause as she cocks her head and looks me right in the eye. Shit, she can tell I’m bullshitting her.

“Where would we go?” She has a lick of ice cream, rescuing some droplets that were about to dribble off the side of the cone.

I hadn’t thought ahead so far. What is it about this girl that she throws me off so much?

“That entirely depends on what type of food you like.”

A hint of a smile plays on her lips.

“I’m here with a friend, is she invited too?”

Bollocks .

Finally a full grin does appear on her face. “No need to look so shocked, I’m only joking.”

I smile back at her, relieved to have not made a complete arse of myself. Yet.

“But I’d better let her know anyway.” The girl turns to scan the beach stretching out ahead of us, before facing me again. “So. What time and where?”

“Nine? Here? Unless you have a better idea.”

“Bear in mind I’m only here for the day, so I don’t have a change of clothes with me. What you see is what you get I’m afraid.” She glances down at herself, smoothing down the multi-coloured cotton summer dress that covers what appears to be a bikini.

“No matter, same here.” I suddenly realise I don’t even know her name. “I’m Callum by the way.” In the absence of a better idea of what to do, I stretch out my hand towards her.

She accepts the handshake, though the slight curl of the corners of her mouth suggests I did indeed just make an arse of myself at last. “Mandi. Lovely to meet you.” Yep, her tone confirms it. Ouch.

I try to think of something else to say to break the tension, or at least to distract me from the instant reaction I feel upon touching her hand. What is it about her? You’d think I’ve never interacted with a beautiful girl before. Why does she make me feel more like an awkward teenager than a successful and established thirty-year-old man?

“Perhaps we should exchange phone numbers, so we don’t miss each other in the crowds here,” I mumble, while quickly pulling my hand back and fishing my mobile out of my pocket.

“Sure,” she says, before giving me her number. When we say our goodbyes immediately after, I can’t help wondering if I’ll ever see her again, or she’ll decide she’d much rather vanish with her supposed friend. Only time will tell.

Gratis : Summer Fling. A taste of Summer.

gratis3-boxsetsmallIt’s live! Gratis : Summer Fling, the fourth and final Gratis Erotica Anthology is now available for download at all major ebook retailers. To celebrate, we’re running a little giveaway (see below), but first, some more information about the book and my contribution, A Day in Brighton (including an excerpt).

Gratis: Summer Fling, Official Description
The fourth and final installment of the Gratis Anthologies of quality, literary erotica, Gratis : Summer Fling is going to hit the shelves on the 21st of June. In it you’ll again find a mix of various well received authors, sharing little glimpses into their fantasies for your entertainment. And the best part is, you haven’t even got to pay for it! Download now to get a novel length collection of perfect beach reads

Bringing Angels to Life by Chloe Thurlow, Isabelle’s Submissive July by Emily Tilton, A Day in Brighton by Hedonist Six, The Fashion Model Diplomat by KM Dylan, Dear Diary by M.J. Carey, Marsala Sweet by Molly Synthia, and Generation Game by Secret Narrative.

A Day in Brighton by Hedonist Six
When Mandi is forced to move back in with her conservative Indian parents, she’s preparing to say goodbye to all the freedoms she’s enjoyed so far: no curfews, no questions, and the freedom to date or hang out with whoever she wants. She spends a day in Brighton with handsome stranger, Callum, to mark the end of her independence.

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Chapter One

All my belongings are neatly packed into cardboard boxes, but all I feel is chaos inside.
I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave this little flat which I’ve been sharing with Alice for the past three years. But with no money or prospects, and I don’t have a choice.
I let out a deep sigh and sink down on the edge of the sofa.
“You alright, Mandi?” Alice asks, handing me a cup of tea. Strong yet milky, just how I like it.
I just shrug.
“This sucks, hey.” She puts her hand on my shoulder.
“Life’s a bitch, especially when your family can’t accept that in this country, things work a little differently.” I respond.
“At least you won’t have to worry about laundry. Or rent.” Alice is only half joking. Moving back home to act like the perfect Punjabi daughter to my parents will have some – admittedly small – benefits. Mostly it’s a big, fat negative though.
“Yeah, I get to relive my childhood. Yay.” I rest my head in my hands and try not to panic.
No more pretending to be a grown-up at twenty-three. No more staying out with Alice – or anyone else for that matter – until the clubs close and our feet stop cooperating. No more freedom to hang out with anyone of the opposite gender, forget about inviting a guy home with me.
Sure, I’ll have a job to go to, with Mr. Gupta – Dad’s friend, but that’s hardly a pleasing prospect
“I’ll miss you, you know.” Alice plops down next to me and puts her arm around me.
“Yeah, I’ll miss you too.”
“OK, this is bullshit.” Alice lets go of me and sits upright. “It’s sad you have to move back in with your folks, but it’s not like anyone died. They’re not expecting you until tomorrow. Let’s go do something!”
“Like what?” I ask, while still feeling way too sorry for myself to really care.
“I dunno. It’s a nice, sunny day, I don’t have anything on, neither do you. Let’s just drive down to Brighton or something.” She’s lost her mind.
“And then what? I’m broke, remember? That’s why I’m moving back in the first place.”
“How much do you have exactly?” She grins at me expectantly.
“I dunno, about a tenner in cash, plus perhaps fifty in the bank?”
“Great! Get dressed.” Alice jumps up, visibly excited.
I stare at her in disbelief but once she’s set on something, Alice cannot be deterred. She grabs my hand and starts dragging me off the sofa and towards the large suitcase that contains all my clothes.
“What’s the plan exactly?” I wonder out loud. Does she even have a plan?
“We drive down, hang out at the beach, eat Fish & Chips, get a bit of a tan” She looks over at me; my skin is already pre-bronzed of course. “OK, so I’ll get a bit of a tan – head to the nearest pub or whatever, get sloshed. Dance, enjoy ourselves, have a proper farewell party for you. What do you say?”
“You did hear me when I said I have literally no money?”
Alice shrugs. “Since when do you have to pay for your own drinks when you go out?”
She makes a fair point. But when we’re done partying, then what? “I’m sure even the cheapest guest house down there would wipe me out though.”
“Who said anything about a guest house? I’m not planning on sleeping! Plus, we can always crash in the car.”
Sometimes she has the craziest ideas. But I have to admit that the prospect of being all but grounded with my parents breathing down my neck every day is a powerful motivator to go along with her spontaneity. What have I got to lose?
“Fine. You win.”
She winks at me. “Admit it, we both win.”
For all my earlier grumpiness, I can’t suppress a smile now. Within minutes we’ve thrown on colourful summer dresses – bikini underneath of course – and shoved a random collection of supplies into a pair of beach-ready canvas bags. Towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, plus a couple of books – check.
Before I have the chance to change my mind, she’s herded me into her piece of shit car which sounds so rattly I’m surprised nothing of note has fallen off it yet. The stereo – possibly the best part of the entire car – does its best to drown out the traffic noises and rattles with loud music. I don’t care what happens anymore, today I still get to be me, not who my folks expect me to be.

The traffic has been horrendous, and the parking situation is no better. But at last, at just after four – three hours after setting off – we finally make it to Brighton beach.
As I take my sandals off and try to follow her towards an empty spot among the sunbathing crowds, I remember why I fucking hate Brighton as a beach. Who the hell decided it’s a good idea to sunbathe on rough gravel? The stones cut into my feet with every step, causing me to swear under my breath.
“What’s that?” Alice turns and asks.
“Nothing. Bloody stones.” I try to tiptoe ahead, but it doesn’t help. In the end I decide to put my shoes back on.
“No pain no gain, darling.”
We manage to find a spot between some giggly teenagers and a family with a crying toddler. Not how I had wanted to spend my last afternoon of freedom, but choices are limited when the entire south of England seems to have congregated on the same stretch of stony coastline.
“Put sunscreen on me?” Alice asks, handing me a bottle.
I do my best coating her pale back, not leaving any spots, but I already know it’s hopeless. She’ll be bright red within an hour, or two at the most. I would put money on it.
“Me too, please,” I request when I’m done doing her.
“You sure you need it?”
“Hey, just because I have darker skin than you, doesn’t mean I’m immune to cancer.” I push the bottle into her hand and turn around, lifting my hair up to give her room.
“Fair point.”
Soon we’re both sticky, but reasonably protected against the rays. I lie down on my towel, keeping my beach bag behind my head as sort of a pillow while I decide to make a start on the novel I brought. Alice has other ideas though.
“Don’t you want to go in the water?” she asks.
Not really, no. I shake my head and open my book to the first page.
“Come on!”
“I can’t swim!” I protest.
“We won’t go that far.”
I put the paperback down and scrutinise the waves, rolling in and crashing against the stones up ahead.
“Don’t be a spoilsport!” Alice insists.
“Fine. Fine! But if it’s cold, I’m not going in.”
The sun is burning down onto the beach, if it wasn’t for the light breeze, we’d be getting cooked. Still, the idea of cooling my toes in the water isn’t so bad. Almost attractive, if it wasn’t for the hellish walk to get there. Once again, I seem to have an uncanny ability to place my feet onto the sharpest rocks I can find. I’m surprised I’m not bleeding anywhere yet.
Alice meanwhile is about ten feet ahead of me, rushing towards the sea much more eagerly, as if she’s impervious to the pain of walking on hot, sharp stones.
“Oh my God, it’s lovely! Not cold at all.” Alice exclaims as she takes the first steps into the water.
I soon follow, finding a definite chill travelling up my spine when I take the first dip. Then, I must admit it’s pleasantly cooling.
As soon as I’m knee-deep in the water, a wave comes and wets most of the rest of me too. I squeal, trying to regain my balance, while Alice’s laugh rings loudly in my ear. It takes all sorts of inelegant acrobatics for me not to fall over.
“Very funny,” I remark dryly, while Alice continues to giggle at me.
“It was. You should’ve seen yourself.”
I take a few steps in her direction, emboldened by my desire for revenge, and try to splash water at her. She promptly dives down under the water, evading me and wetting the rest of her body in the process, ruining my plans. No matter, I’ll get you sooner or later!
When she pops up again, she gives me a wide smile.
“See? It’s fun!”
Another wave rolls in and she paddles along with it effortlessly, while I’m again almost thrown off my feet. But I refuse to go in further where the waves are less intense. Just because I’m grumpy about moving home, doesn’t mean I’m ready to drown myself.
Five, maybe ten minutes pass while we continue to soak ourselves. It occurs to me that our stuff is sitting in a crowd of strangers, unguarded, and I decide to head back.
“You enjoy yourself I’m going to read now,” I call out to Alice, who has gotten distracted by a stray volleyball, thrown in her direction by a group of guys also enjoying the waves.
“Fine, see ya!” She waves at me, then throws the ball back to one of the guys. Well, I guess she’s not going to get bored at this rate.
I’m in the process of limping back to my towel, when my stomach starts to growl. Of course, in our hurry to get out of the house, neither of us bothered with lunch, or packed any snacks. A quick scan of the surrounding area reveals that the only thing somewhat nearby is a food truck close to where we left the boulevard. That’s one hell of a walk.
Needs must, so I grudgingly take my wallet and phone out of my bag and go on limping over the hot stones. Why couldn’t we have gone to a sandy beach instead of here?


Beautiful Stranger: Giveaway & Blog Tour

The Blog tour for Beautiful Stranger is in full swing as of yesterday, and with it, there’s also a giveaway you can enter to win an Amazon Gift Card. Why not enter below. :) (Best of luck!)

I’ll keep this post updated with different stops on the blog tour, all of which will be featuring reviews for the book :) Exciting!!

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Blog Tour Stops:

18th May – Write Like A Wizard

19th May – Whispering Stories

20th May – End of Story, Next Book

21st May – European Geeks

New Release: Beautiful Stranger!

Out Now!

I’m so pleased to announce that my latest book, Beautiful Stranger, is now available to buy on Amazon! This novella first started out as two short stories, Ladies’ Day and British Champions which have been combined along with a brand new ending into one cohesive book.

For this release, I’m trying something a little new: Kindle Unlimited. This means that Kindle Unlimited customers can read Beautiful Stranger for free (by borrowing it). If you’re not a Kindle Unlimited customer, you can still purchase the book as normal. The introductory price (which will last for about a week) is 99c/99p, so save money while you can!

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Twenty-four year old Claudia has always been the sensible one. From her boring call centre job right down to her practical wardrobe, flash and extravagant are not part of her normal vocabulary. She may live in Ascot, the home of British horse racing, but the presence of all the moneyed revellers blocking her route home from work are more of a nuisance than a thrill. Until one of them catches her eye…

Peter’s life couldn’t be more different. All his life he’s worked hard to make it in the banking industry, to give his wife all she’s ever wanted. After a day of sipping champagne and watching the races, an indiscretion of hers with Peter’s colleague changes this picture-perfect vision of middle class life forever. He decides to cut and run, only, he hasn’t a clue where he’s going.

A chance meeting by the side of the road brings them together, making them forget their opposing backgrounds. Is passion alone enough to overcome their differences?

Chance Encounters is a series of stand-alone novellas set in jolly old England, following a set of loosely connected people as they find love in unexpected places. Can love conquer all, from class differences to age gaps? Read on and find out.

Titles in this series include:
One Night Stand
Beautiful Stranger
Only a Taste (coming soon)

One Night Stand – coming soon!

Couple holding hands. Man and woman holding hands, cose up.Have you read my short story Just for One Night and wondered what happens next? This question is about to be answered in One Night Stand.

I’m very excited to announce that my novella (about 120 pages on Kindle) One Night Stand is going to hit the virtual shelves on the 28th of February 2015. To celebrate its release, I’m holding a giveaway for a paperback copy over on Goodreads. Enter quickly, it’s only open until the 27th! (please scroll down for the giveaway widget)


Lucy is used to having a handle on things herself: her business, which she’s fighting to turn around after a rough patch, and her lovelife, which consists of carefully conducted casual encounters during which only she calls the shots.

A one night stand with George, the irresistible tall, husky, rough biker whose deceptive exterior hides a gentler side, changes everything. Her usual approach doesn’t work for her anymore: she doesn’t want to say goodbye. Is it time she let someone else into her life for longer than just one night?

Meanwhile, the crucial project she’s just landed is about to fall to pieces, threatening her reputation as well as her finances. Suddenly Lucy has to learn what it’s like to not be in control of anything at all.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

One Night Stand by Hedonist Six

One Night Stand

by Hedonist Six

Giveaway ends February 27, 2015.

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Sally is live!

sally-siteToday is the day, my first release of 2015! To celebrate, I’m having a giveaway for two paperbacks, so two lucky readers could be winners! Please check the giveaway widget below. The winners will be randomly chosen on the 18th of January.

To thank all my loyal readers, I’m also offering this title at a heavily discounted price, $0.99 / £0.99 / EUR 0.99 until the 18th, after which it will become $2.99. Good luck & happy reading! :)

Buy Sally:

Sally is all about keeping secrets from your lover. To make things interesting, one of the ways to enter the giveaway below is by leaving a comment with an anecdote about a secret you (or an anonymous friend 😉 ) has kept in a relationship. The more shocking the better!

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New Release: Gratis: Transformation

If you’re on my mailing list, you’ll already know this, but today Gratis: Transformation, the third of the Gratis Erotica Anthologies I’ve organised has officially been released! These short story collections offer sexy stories from numerous authors in a variety of erotic sub genres.

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To celebrate this release, we’ve put together an awesome prize package which one lucky winner could win, incl. an gift certificate and a selection of ebooks.
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Reviewer Giveaway! Win a Kobo Touch.


As a Thank-You to everyone who’s reviewed my books, I’m holding a little giveaway, while I can still conveniently post stuff and everything isn’t locked up in boxes and suitcases yet… A Kobo Touch Ereader (in black, see picture above), unused, though box has been opened by me to try and load my books on there for the lucky winner (I’ll keep you posted on whether I succeed 😉 ). To enter the giveaway, you’ll need to provide me with a link to a review you’ve written, anywhere online (Think retailer websites like Amazon, or book review websites like Goodreads or LibraryThing. If you have a blog where you post book reviews, that’s fine to submit too.)

For a bigger chance to win the ereader, you can also like my FB page, follow me on Twitter, tweet about the giveaway or subscribe to my mailing list. Existing subscribers to the mailing list can get points for submitting the email address with which they’re already subscribed.

Good luck!

Oh, the giveaway is open worldwide, but please keep in mind I’m posting from the UK and won’t be responsible for any import duties or taxes that might be due in your country of residence.

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The Roadrage Podcast – 009 – Saying Goodbye & Routines

podcast-smallSo I recorded this episode on Wednesday (very sorry I didn’t get around to uploading it sooner!) And I’m also extremely sorry for not putting out a new podcast episode for so long. Things have been crazy, as you might imagine, because this episode was recorded on what was my last drive to work (though not technically my last day at work because today, on Friday, I took the train to allow for a night out to celebrate and say goodbye… In this episode I give an update on everything that’s happened over the past month relating to The Big Move, and also talk a bit about routines and how important they are for me (as well as many other writers, I’m sure).

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The Rebound List Blog Tour

For the first time ever, I’m doing a blog tour to promote a new release. It’s all quite exciting and new to me, and also a tad overwhelming (and we’re only a couple of days in!). To keep everything straight and organised, I’ll be listing the different stops on the blog tour below.

To go along with the tour, there’s also a giveaway where you can win a $20 Amazon giftcard, and a signed copy of Just Another Day at the Office.

Blog Tour Stops:

28th July:
The Chronic Romantic
Garside’s Book Bets

29th July:
Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents

30th July:
Best Book Boyfriends
This girl loves books

31st July:
Rusty’s Reading

1st August:
Tattooed Book Review
Just The Stories
A Book Addict’s Delight

4th August:
Rockin’ & Reviewing

5th August:
Short and Sassy Book Blurbs

6th August:
For the Love of Books
Pretty Girls Read Books

7th August:
Falling In Fall
Amazeballs Book Addicts
Red Cheeks Reads
Sassy Divas Book Blog

8th August:
My Favorite Things