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

Contents:
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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Excerpt: 

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.”
Whatever.
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)

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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.

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One Night Stand by Hedonist Six

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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! :)

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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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Win amazing prizes!

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

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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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If you prefer, you can listen to it on YouTube as well (and subscribe, while you’re at it).

If you wanted to subscribe to this podcast using some kind of podcasting app where I’m not currently listed, you can use the following feed:
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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
Bookskater

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

8th August:
My Favorite Things

Friday Filth: The Rebound List

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In preparation of Monday’s official launch, here’s a little snippet of something that happens early on in The Rebound List… 

Looking at him, despite the dimmed light of the theatre, still I feel a jolt run through me when our eyes meet. He runs his fingers through my hair again. Hoping this is going where I want it to, I look at his lips, so tempting. I want to taste him, right here and immediately.

His hand cups my cheek but he continues to just look as if asking for permission. Over-eager and impatient, of course I jump the gun and reach for him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. I feel his breath against me, his arms drawing me towards him closer.

He kisses me back. It’s a bit awkward at first but then our lips, tongues, our beings seem to be in tune. Every inch of me appears to sing with excitement. My eyes flick open and find his staring into me, smiling as I am.

I wrap my arm around his neck, my hand reaching for his hair now. It’s hard not to get carried away, after all, a cinema does not afford all that much privacy. But I suppose there’s no harm in indulging my impulses just a little.

Running my fingertips over his shirt, I enjoy the outlines of what I know to be underneath. Mystery is overrated. I have spent enough time looking at, no, studying his naked photographs to know what awaits me and frankly, that’s reassuring as well as arousing.

He doesn’t have this advantage though, until today he had only seen the bottom half of my face and my eyes and that too in black & white instead of colour. I kiss him with more energy, more passion and feel a moan travel over my lips. Was it mine or his? Does it even matter?

Suddenly aware of angry stares burning into us, I pause, biting my bottom lip and try to signal to make him aware of the grumpy man ahead of us. He continues to hold me, grinning back at me until I decide to turn and use him as a backrest; his arm draped across my front in a similar position as you’d keep a seatbelt in a car.

He seems to be enjoying this changed dynamic as much as I am, because he starts to nuzzle my neck, where all the little hairs at the back stand right up. His hand, fingertips soft and careful, running up and down on the fabric of my dress, just over where my ribs end and the soft part of my waist starts. It’s beautiful, the slow progress we’re making towards the inevitable.

The movie, although kind of gory and scary, passes by quickly and largely unnoticed. His face remains comfortably resting in the crook of my neck and I’m hanging onto his arm, my hand travelled up his sleeve just enough to hold him. There should be no mistaking that I want him here, this close and even closer to me.

His confidence grows and he wraps his other arm around me too, caressing my arm which is still pretty cold in the unnaturally chilled cinema air. By the time the credits start, I can’t wait to get out, away from grumpy man who interrupted our first, tentative kisses.

“I think I want to go…” I say.

He sits up, letting go as I turn towards him.

“Thought it was going well…” he says, his gaze lingers on my lips just a bit.

“Oh yeah, I meant both of us, somewhere more private… if you want to.” I smile at him. “You didn’t think that I want to leave? No, not at all.”

Want more? You could read part one of The Rebound List already for free, or wait until Monday the 28th of July and get the whole collection (parts 1~4) together for a special introductory price of 99c/99p!