Newsletter No. 1 2015
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Works in Progress

What am I working on?  The last book in the Sublime Trust series, which involves the lives of Gemma and Jason, is due to be published around Easter. It's currently being edited. As a treat, here is a sneak view of the cover and blurb:

Gemma is seeking to fulfil her dream career – to own an art gallery. Aiding her in her endeavours is her Dominant, Jason, who continues to control her with his rules, shaping both her subm
ission and their mutual desire for erotic kink.
While she struggles to accept her extra-ordinary marriage, her billionaire husband must deal with troublesome siblings and problems at work.
Just as she achieves her ambitions, a forgotten man re-appears. Gemma is about to discover the truth that lies behind the memories that haunt her. 

This book brings to the conclusion the two trilogies I've written about this couple. I might have others in draft, but as yet, I've no plans to publish. I plan to go back to the first three books (Trust Me) and re-edit them in line with the Sublime Trust series. This will not fundamentally change the content or storylines, but it will tied up some writing style issues. When I first wrote those stories, I didn't intent to publish them, nor did I expect them to be widely read when I did publish them. However, now I can see their flaws, and like most writers, I want to sort those out.  All being well this will happen this year and I shall release all six books in print format. 

The other book I'm working on is a D/s story involving a wine taster and a sommelier. These two meet during a tasting session and develop more than a taste in wine.  This book is part written and will probably be submitted in the spring. The book has a working title of A Taste of Saffron. Is a little preview of the opening chapter:

 I leaned over the bucket, aimed and spat, projecting my mouthful at the base of the spittoon.
“Velvety, or silky, maybe satin,” I muttered.
I picked up the bottle and read the label, which had a familiarity about it, except the vintage was new and I’d never been to the winery before today. So why the déjà vu?
The dregs of the red wine lined the bowl of the glass. A rich red colour. Whatever, I shrugged. It tasted damn good. The hostess had her back to me and in a moment of uncharacteristic rebellion, I poured another measure. My addled brain had lost the plot and all semblance of etiquette went on vacation. I swigged a generous mouthful and swallowed the lot.
Smacking my lips, I looked about the room. Patrick, with his glass poised by his lips, caught my roving gaze. He winked, adding a leisurely smirk to his amused features.  No doubt, he’d caught me pouring myself the second unsanctioned top-up. I frowned, slammed my glass down and turned my back on him. 

New Releases!

When the rest of her household flees the family estate during the English Civil War, Hester Cavell, a proud Royalist supporter, stays behind hoping to protect her home. Unfortunately for Hester, she quickly finds that she is no match for a troop of Parliamentarian dragoons, led by Captain Daniel Hasard. Once the dragoons take control of her house, Daniel lets Hester stay with her servants, but he warns her that he will punish her severely if she causes any trouble.
Despite Daniel’s warning, it isn’t long before Hester risks her safety and attempts to sabotage his troops, earning her a long, hard switching on her bare bottom. But as the weeks pass, she begins to realize that the man behind the enemy uniform is loving, intelligent, and kind, and she can’t help but grow more and more attracted to him. Daniel returns Hester’s affection, and while they remain enemies by day to protect her reputation, they soon become passionate lovers by night.
Not wanting the servants to guess at their games, Hester continues to make a pretence at mischief, and Daniel continues to punish her sternly. But when a servant at last finds out the truth of their relationship, will it bring an end to their newfound romance, or will Daniel cast aside politics and allegiances and ask for her hand in marriage?

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Driven Wild
I particularly loved the sense of time place that Jaye Peaches evokes in this book. The book is set in Liverpool in the 1960s and this is wonderfully evoked throughout the story.
The story is wonderfully romantic, sexy and full of wonderfully described spankings. I highly recommend it.

Reviewed by Confessions from Romaholics - Peaches weaved an interesting story that is part BDSM, sexual and intrigue and delivers a memorable story that you won’t forget in a hurry. I loved this unique and different book, it was part fun and part educational for me which was a surprise.
Trust Me - the cover story
I didn't choose stock photos for my covers. Instead, I hunted around for an artist and found one through Crowd Design. We exchanged emails and the artist, an American, was intrigued by my plot. The weird, small world thing was he is a Dominant and quite well versed with the BDSM scene. So began a dialogue, not just about the artwork, but my characters. It was educating, fun and different to what I'd anticipated. He painted my covers, as in the example from Trust Me to Know You, which is a photograph of the original painting, then scanned. Turning the painting into a cover and shrinking it to a thumbnail, the detail is lost, which is a pity.  In the last book of the series, barb wire is there amongst the vines and there are other little elements of the storyline embroidered into the image.

I love having my words entwined with artwork; the cover is the output of a wonderful collaboration and I prize those pictures for what they are, not just book covers, but unique and authentic.

Honey and the Master

Now and again I spontaneously write a story. It begins with a few sentences, then travels its journey. Quite often I've no idea what ending it will have. However, generally I aim for something unusual or unexpected. Here's my latest offering, pre-released here before I add it to my website:

She stands naked before three men with her hands clasped behind her back.
I’m the master, he tells her. These men will do my bidding and you will do all our bidding.
She nods and he glares. “Yes, Sir.” He glares harder. “Yes, my Master.”
I am your Master, remember. Them, you may call sir. He jerks his thumb towards the other two.
“I understand, my Master.”
He steps closer and points to the floor by his shiny shoes. She kneels, displaying her sex and bows her head.
There is no room for second guessing me. You will simply do as I say. If you deviate, you will be punished. I am a man who takes what is his and uses it. These others, they will give you comfort and tell you that you are beautiful, desirable and worthy of their cocks. I will give you no such tenderness.
“Yes, my Master.”
He walks around her and tugs on her long locks of hair, pulling her head back. She nearly topples backwards.
bound and presentedHe snorts, almost laughing. You like sex. I can see the eagerness in your eyes as you stare at the cocks opposite you. You mouth waters, your cunt oozes and your heart thumps. Yes?
“Yes, my Master.”
Be prepared then, because we will fuck you a lot. These servants of mine will do my bidding and when I command them to fuck you, their cocks dance at my command, not yours.
She winces as he drags her face down by her hair.
When you greet me, your arse will be high, your nose to the ground. Whatever you’re doing, you will stop and assume this position.
“Yes, my Master.” Her nose his squashed to the cold floor and she lifts her bottom up higher.
Each time you are used, you will come on my command and nobody else’s. He lets go of her hair and her head bounces up.
He crouches, adjust his trouser legs on the way down with a small tug and flicks a loose strand away from her eyes. I’m not without some compassion. You will sleep in my bed, be bathed and cleansed appropriately, fed, watered, allowed to exercise. There will be free time to read, to remember your friends, but you will only go where I give you permission. As for your chattering tongue, which do you recall, I told you would be silenced when you are mine, you will learnt to use it wisely.
“Yes, my Master.” Her lower lip trembled.
I picked you, not just because of your holes, but because I see a young woman who has within her disobedience, and a lax attitude to discipline and authority. You eyeball, answer back, laugh when no joke as been told.  My goal is to change that, to seek out a different person and make her pleasing to my eye.
She swallows hard, her nipples turning to hard stones and her pussy drips onto the floor beneath her.
Some do not like to punish. I have no issue with it. I see its true purpose is to re-shape you into what I desire. You consented, most ardently, to be punished, did you not?
She nods and her eyes widened, realising her mistake. “Yes, Master, my Master,” she babbles.
A cruel grins creeps across his face and he rises. He strolls across the room towards a door, tapping his belt buckle as he moves. The slightest mistake and I will correct you. I believe the first punishment is crucial, it’s sets the tone, does it not, Curtis?
“Yes, sir,” snaps the younger of the two men. His cock, fully erect and his shoulders squared off.
So, she shall be brought into the room, laid out for me and I shall administer her punishment. Each lash of my whip will lick her bottom raw, the cane will criss-cross and the paddle turn her arse crimson. Once this is done, she will be treated to some relief. I have no interest in your soothing ways, Curtis, but ensure she does not come or enjoy it too much. Afterwards, while her arse still blazes, I will sink my cock into each of her holes until I’m satisfied. This may take some time as I’m in no hurry.
Curtis’s cock swells.
Then, and only then, may she come.
He wags at a finger at her. Let this be a lesson. If you want orgasms, you earn them.
He turns, just before leaving the room and speaks. Tomorrow, I shall spend some time relaxing and you will lay under my feet. When I have need, you will suck me and when I require entertainment, Curtis and Taylor will fuck you. In the evening, you will be punished.
Her mouth forms an ‘O’ and she raises her eyebrows, “For what?” she demands.
For that, my dear.
The door slams shut behind him. Curtis’s shoulders droop and he puffs out his lips. He and Taylor walk over to the trembling girl and help her to her feet. She shakes her legs, ridding them of their stiffness.
“Well?” asks Curtis. “Any regrets?”
“Regrets,” she sniggers. “I’m so horny, how could I regret this. It is so much better than I thought. I mean, does he always make you go hard like that?”
Taylor laughs. “That’s nothing. He’s not even spanked you yet. Seeing you arse go red will have all of us like rocks.”
She blanches, “What happens if I can’t take it?”
“Take it? Honey, you said you liked discipline?”
“Yeah,” she says slowly.
“Then, you’re going to love it. You’ll wished you’d signed up for more than a weekend.”
“I know,” she huffs. “It was all I could afford. You guys are expensive.”
“Holiday of your dreams, like it says in the brochure. Come on, he’ll be waiting and regardless of your fantasies, this is reality. He is your master for the duration and there is no escape. You signed on the dotted line.”
They grip her arms and start to march her towards the door.
“Do you think he’d like it if I screamed for mercy?”
“Honey, it would make a blind bit of difference. You’re getting the full works, but if it makes you feel the part, go ahead, weep and wail.”


Featured Book - Touched

I've reproduced a post that originally appeared on All Romance Cafe explaining about how erotic massages came to be a feature of this book. 

How to describe the first encounter of two potential lovers? The pivotal moment when the first words are spoken, eyes meet and features appraised – the creation of a mutual arena of discovery, where both characters explore and familiarise themselves with each other. What if it happened in the workplace, or at a party, perhaps a blind date, or a chance meeting in the street? Plenty of possibilities, but, how to make it special or unusual? How to add an element of adventure, risk-taking and temptation?
What if that first meeting is predominately sensual with little conversation or meaningful eye contact. An erotically charged introduction, pre-arranged and involving a visit to an unassuming building on an urban side-street. Imagine being stretched out on a padded table, naked, vulnerable, and flooded with nervous energy, battling the desire to run or hide, yet, also intrigued enough to stay. Picture a woman about to receive her first erotic massage. A massage given by a man.
I confess, I do enjoy a massage, and by that, I mean the usual back and shoulder rub, when the knots in my muscles are teased out and I have the chance to unwind after a stressful day.  Drifting about me is the warm ambience and the fragrance of aromatic oils, helping me to empty my head of busy thoughts and relax.

Before writing this story, I knew of the existence of erotic massages, but little substance as to what they entailed. Researching the subject required a little ingenuity using search engines, however, what I did find intrigued me. From the world of yoni, tantric, sensual and naturist massages came the idea of a stressed out financial worker, Tania, toiling long hours in a demanding job in the heart of the City of London. An ambitious woman with no fulfilling social or sex life.
If Tania took the plunge, as advised by a seemly introvert friend, and visited a certain massage parlour, what would she discover about herself and who would she meet there?
Touched is the double edged title of my latest book. Touched refers to the sensual world of erotic massages, where a well-trained masseur, called Adam, caresses Tania’s body, providing her with much needed pleasure. Touched is also the stirrings needed to evoke romance and mutual respect. To be touched by somebody is to be awakened.

Touched - available from Totally BoundAmazon and AllRomance
Touched in ways she never thought possible, Tania meets a man who will take her completely.

Tania Havers has no time for sex, never mind romance or boyfriends. Life as an investment analyst in the City of London gives her plenty of stress and competition from equally ambitious work colleagues.
On the advice of a friend, Tania tries out something different—tantric massages. Meeting Adam, an erotic masseur with hands that send her into sensual oblivion, she begins a covert affair, one that takes them out of the massage parlour, into a hotel room, then to her apartment and finally his basement, where Adam shows Tania his secret passion—one he wishes to explore with her.
While their erotic pastimes bring relief, Tania’s career intrudes on their relationship. Driven by ambition, she will deal with obstacles as she sees fit. Adam is about to find out whether Tania has room in her life—and in her heart—for him or whether she will sacrifice their love to save her career.
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