#MondayMotivation – A Confession

What motivates you?

Just recently, especially on good ol’ Facebook, there has been an influx of authors announcing that they’re going to quit the industry, or asking if they should. I’ll admit that I’ve been close to being one of them. Sales aren’t great right now. My last royalty statement for Taking Care of Leah was a big fat ZERO. It’s depressing knowing that you poured yourself into a novel, spent up to a year – or more in some cases – perfecting the story, worked with countless editors, Beta-readers, cover artists, publishers, marketing companies etc., to be left with nothing. Not even enough to buy a coffee. But, while there are plenty of authors who think this a good enough reason to shut down websites and pull books from the shelves, I’ve decided to use it as motivation.

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But what about all those debut authors making £5k a month and selling 100s of books in the first year? We must be doing something wrong!

Honestly? If it’s true, then yay them. I’m happy for authors who manage to make a living out of writing, I really am. I’m not going to lie, I’m insanely jealous, but I refuse to let someone else’s success drag me down. Also, how many of those are actually telling the truth? The internet is a strange place, full of trolls and attention-seekers who will lie their asses off and fake screenshots, to get a bit or praise, or a rise out of someone. If someone tries to tell you you’re doing it wrong, or pushes their success in your face just to make you feel bad, congratulate them, then walk away. You don’t need that kind of negativity.

Did you make £5k this month? Did you sell more than 100 books last week? Great! You’ve found a niche, you’ve found your readers. Be proud. But don’t tell someone that they’re obviously shit, or doing something wrong. Offer to help them. Buy the book of an author you know that’s struggling. Review that book. Blog about it. Help them. Don’t kick them when they’re down! We need to support each other.

Maybe it’s the genre I’m working in…

Yeah, that’s where I’m at. In a weird twist, unlike a lot of authors, I use my legal name for writing contemporary and erotic romance, but am trying out a pen name for other non-controversial genres. I’ve found that a lot of authors who are suffering with bad sales work in the romance industry, namely erotica. I’m sorry to say that connecting with readers is an area that I seriously struggle in. I am not a romantic person. I enjoyed writing in the genre for a while, but it’s becoming stagnant. That’s not to say that ALL romance books are the same, but for me, I feel like I’m just writing myself in a circle, and I struggle to write away from the sub-genre of contemporary erotic romance.

I need something fresh to get my mind flowing again, which is why I created C.V. Leigh and am now working on a range of paranormal and fantasy novels, ranging from contemporary paranormal thrillers to epic high fantasy adventures. I’ve always had a fascination for the paranormal world. My shelves are adorned with pagan paraphernalia and dragon & fairy ornaments. I grew up reading Tarot cards and collecting crystals. My favourite books / films / TV series are all in the fantasy genre. I am a geek at heart.

It’s also the genre that I wanted to write in to begin with, but sort of fell into murder mystery, and then ultimately romance.

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So what do I do?

Write. Forget the genre. Forget the readers. Write. Write for yourself. Write the story that you want to read. I’ve been working on a epic fantasy series of five years, and it’s only on chapter four. I’m editing a paranormal thriller series that I wrote years ago, but never finished because I was too busy caught up in romance.

It sucks that I can’t pay my bills with my royalties. It sucks when I hear people telling me to ‘get a real job’ and ‘stop writing those shit books’ (yes, I actually had someone Tweet that after I laughed haughtily about a pirate site being shut down). But, do you know what would suck even more? Giving up and never writing again.

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Out Now—The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee) #bdsm #erotica

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Out Now—The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee) #bdsm #erotica

(Second edition, published by Sinful Press, 2018)

 

The world of Mark Parker is steeped in sexual fantasy and hidden away in a small notebook… 

“…This is, simply put, Kay Jaybee’s best work to date. It’s imaginative, kinky, sexy and keeps you guessing throughout. So if you’re looking for a well-written, BDSM packed novel with lots of straight and lesbian sex, then you should definitely check out The Voyeur.’ Blog Critics 

“…The Voyeur is the pitch black to E.L. James’ shades. A richly dark erotic thriller which keeps you gripped from its sexually charged start and through its twists and turns along the way….  as the girls sexual challenges get packed with more eroticism you start to question whether you want the girls to succeed or not …without knowing the full details and implications….” Amazon 

“…if you kink kinky then this is for, you otherwise be warned … this is not Fifty or even Gideon Cross – Mark Parker is in a world of his own…
An excellent story that had me up most the night to get it finished – I HAD to know what was going to happen.” Goodreads. 

Blurb

Wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.

But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge’s Gentleman’s Club, Anya’s previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.

In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch…

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Extract

Mark took a step closer to his PA. “Tonight,” he said, pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of the room, “you will both face a combination of experiences that together make up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task off our list, girls?”

They didn’t answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten their employer’s questions were rhetorical.

Mark twisted the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to write ‘Fantasy 1’, ‘Fantasy 2’ and so on, all the way down–the numbers following the length of their spines, finishing with the words ‘Fantasy 13’. The first eleven rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.

“Only two more tasks left to go.”

This time the girls risked a fleeting glance at each other; exchanging a look of mutual blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have been hypocritical to deny.

Mark, during his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes, accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was allowed to read.

Anya and Clara knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be more difficult and different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it.

They also longed for it.

Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded he pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs. Changing them so they slowly became closer to his own. Making his girls as keen as he was to see how far they could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied him on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.

A cold, clammy sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as Mark danced a finger across her skin. “You will both go to your room and change into the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call you.” Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small, twin-bedded room without a sound.

As Anya considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the last six months, she privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for she knew that Fantasy 12 would not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that just because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead would involve anything worse than Mark had asked of them before. She could handle this. They both could–no problem.

Then Anya saw her outfit.

Her bed supported nothing but a leather dog collar.

Staring at the total lack of clothing, Anya almost conveyed her horror to Clara, but her lover stopped her with an urgent shake of the head. There was no privacy here, and they never knew if the webcams positioned in every room were switched on or not…

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Bio

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Voyeur, 2nd edition (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3 : The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait, 2nd edition (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

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Out Now—A Werewolf State of Mind by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #PNR #shifter #werewolf #romance

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Blurb:

Anneke’s typical day at the office is thrown into disarray when she finds her next patient is an unwitting werewolf. And it doesn’t end there.

From the moment Caleb Kitt walks into Doctor Anneke Lund’s office for his psychiatry session, she knows his problem isn’t mental. He’s been experiencing night terrors, having violent and bloodthirsty dreams, and waking up naked in strange places. But he’s not losing his mind, as he suspects. He’s actually a werewolf—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Anneke isn’t just a psychiatrist—she’s also an empath, meaning she can read minds, and influence thoughts and behavior. She rarely uses her powers, but recognizes she may have no other choice as Caleb must be convinced of his supernatural status before the next full moon arrives. When it does, though, she finds herself going way beyond her duty of care to ensure Caleb doesn’t hurt or kill anyone when he transforms. But at what cost?

Please note: A Werewolf State of Mind was previously published in Coming in Hot: Rescue Me boxed set.

Available from: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-werewolf-state-of-mind/

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Excerpt:

The intercom buzzed. “Anneke?” came the voice of her receptionist, Ellen. “Your one-thirty is here.”

Anneke pressed the button to respond. “Thanks, Ellen. Send him in.”

“Will do.”

Anneke took a moment—knowing she had a few as her patient made his way from the reception area, down the short corridor and to her office—to pull up and glance at his notes on her computer. There wasn’t much information, since he was a new patient, but there was a brief description he’d given of the problem, which had spurred him on to book the psychiatric consultation with her in the first place.

Caleb Kitt was a thirty-five-year-old personal trainer who, in his own words, thought he was losing his damn mind. He was experiencing night terrors, having violent and bloodthirsty dreams, and waking up in strange places—certainly not where he’d gone to bed.

A multitude of potential diagnoses popped into Anneke’s head, but she refused to jump to any conclusions. There was no way to know for sure what his problem was, not without speaking to him, hearing his story, finding out more. And if she struggled to get to the root of his issues using traditional methods, there was always her back up plan.

Anneke was an empath. Her unique talents comprised of mind reading, mild mind control, and being able to sense supernatural creatures. However, using those talents was always a last resort. She preferred to do things the right way, the way she had been trained to in her years at medical school. It felt like cheating otherwise, and she couldn’t help feeling it was unethical to tap into people’s brains without their knowledge or consent.

For the vast majority of the time, she didn’t have to use her gifts—just her skill and hard-earned education. But occasionally—very occasionally—when a patient wasn’t being forthcoming, or their problem proved elusive, tricky to diagnose, she would reluctantly tap into her powers. Rather that than have a patient suffer unnecessarily, when she had the tools to help them. This fine balancing act between using her paranormal abilities and her training and education made her an incredibly effective psychiatrist, and she had to be incredibly careful not to come across as too good, too quick at diagnosing patients, otherwise she’d attract attention for all the wrong reasons. She dreaded to think what would happen if people found out what she could do.

There came a knock at the door.

“Come in!” she called, minimizing all the programs on her computer screen, activating the screen saver, then getting to her feet.

The door opened, and a tentative looking, but incredibly handsome man entered the room. To her surprise, a millisecond later her gifts kicked in and she realized what his problem was—he was a werewolf. And he clearly didn’t have a clue.

She frequently sensed other supernatural creatures when she was out and about—in the street, the supermarket, the cinema. But this was the first time she’d ever had one walk in to her office, as a patient. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

 

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If you don’t like Alpha men, don’t read my books…

I’ve written ten books now, and they all have one thing in common: Hot Alpha Men. What do I mean by the term ‘Alpha’? The dictionary will tell you that it means an assertive and dominant male, the head of a group, someone who is powerful. Wait… ‘Dominant’? Doesn’t that mean… BDSM? No. No, it doesn’t.

Being dominant and the natural-born leader doesn’t always mean that he’s a Dominant. Strangely enough, not everything is about BDSM in the world of erotic romance. Yes, two of my books touch upon the world of BDSM: Taking Care of Leah and A Different Kind of Therapy. But, the rest of my books are very main-stream when it comes to sex, and the men are still considered Alpha Males. They take charge. They are protective. They are in a powerful position. And according to some, that is wrong.

“Don’t leave me.” She tightened her hold on him, her face firm against his chest,tears soaking his T-shirt. “I thought he loved me. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I will look after you..png

I’ve read numerous social media posts just recently, complaining about the amount of Alpha men in romance novels, in particular the rich ones that wear sharp suits. The problem is, I quite like writing them. I even like reading about them. I enjoy reading romance stories about women being swept off their feet, I enjoy creating characters that are loosely based on my ideal man. (Sorry Hubby…) For me, romance is about escapism. It’s about losing myself in the fictional world.

In the literary world, we writers are never going to please everyone. There is always going to be someone who is offended by something, there is always going to be someone who is triggered by a particular scene. I can’t help that, and I can’t stop it from happening. I don’t break the taboos of romance – you will never find rape for gratification, age-play etc. in my books. My characters come with a past, but are all legal and consenting adults. But, even then, I have still had readers tell me how one scene brought back memories that they’d rather forget. I am sorry for that, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop including those types of scene.

He pressed his lips against mine, and any irritation was drowned out by pure lust. “Take the job,” he said against me. “Fuck Tremaine. It’s not him I want.”.png

Creating the perfect character is a challenge. One thing I hate is perfection, so I always try to include some kind of flaw. The characters in Seven Dirty Words & Four Letter Words are completely flawed. Poor Paige doesn’t know whether she’s coming or going, torn between Vance Ellery and Matthew Jackson. And I seriously enjoyed creating them. I quite often consider going back to them, maybe write a spin-off book, a prequel, or even a third book. But, their stories are over and I’m not sure I could do the characters justice.

Love-triangles are another aspect of romance that gets complained about a lot. And, yes, I write about those too. The Words series, The Final Straight, and to a certain extent, One Night in Aberdeen, all involve having to choose one person over another – not that the decision is a particularly hard one. I love a triangle, because there is so much that can be done with it, so many paths that characters can be taken down. One of the reasons that Seven Dirty Word and Four Letter Words was split into two books is because even I didn’t know how it was going to end!

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I write because I enjoy it. I write erotic romance because it’s fun. I write about awkward women because I am one. I write about women over the age of 30, because we’re not incapable of having relationships and hot sex just because we’ve left our twenties. I write about people who have their hearts stomped on, because it happens. I write about men who are complete ass-holes and get their comeuppance, because I have an ex who seriously needs to get his. I write about the sexy boss, and falling in love with someone who is beyond their reach, because I’ve been there. I write about Alpha Men in suits because I find them sexy. I’d like to think that all of my books are based on fantasies coming true.

In short, if you don’t want to read a book about an Alpha Male in a suit, with money in the bank… Don’t read my books. 

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Stranded #LPRTG #IARTG #SSRTG

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Blurb

After being stranded at the altar, Sara decides to go on the honeymoon alone. She takes a helicopter ride, with the delicious Kai as her pilot, eager to enjoy her time alone. But, when the helicopter crashes into the sea, and leaves them on an uninhabited island, Sara finds that Kai proves to be the perfect distraction. Maybe being stranded isn’t so bad after all.

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Extract:

Sara closed her eyes and took a deep, soothing breath. She listened to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the call of the gulls swooping through the air. She inhaled the salty scent of the tides that drifted on the breeze.

“Ow! What the fuck?” Opening her eyes, she glared at the man kneeling beside her, with her swollen, enflamed ankle in his hand.

When she’d first met Kai, she’d thought he was a Polynesian Adonis, with his wavy black hair tied into a high bun and loose tendrils just touching his broad, sun-kissed shoulders. Tribal tattoos covered his left shoulder and biceps, spreading across his neck, chest, and back. Now, she thought he was some kind of sadomasochist.

“I don’t think it’s broken, so we’ve got that going for us.” He sank back into the sand and touched the wound on his temple, examining the sticky red residue on his fingers.

“And who made you a doctor?” Sara snapped. “You can’t even fly a fricking helicopter!” She jerked her head in the direction of where the metal and plastic wreckage had sunk into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

“Hey! I can’t predict a fuse blowing.”

“Don’t you check your machines ahead of flying or something? Like, I dunno, a safety check?” She seethed as the pain shot from her ankle up her leg. When she’d jumped from the chopper, she’d landed on a rock beneath the water, slipping and crashing into another.

“Be grateful I know how to auto-gyrate. If we’d been any lower–”

Sara shot a look at him. They were lucky to be alive. She leaned forward to rub at the sore spot. “We’re going to die,” she cried, tears falling down her cheeks. Her dream Hawaiian holiday had become a nightmare.

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**Please note this book is available for 99p / 99c on Amazon, but is free on Smashwords! I am working on making it permafree on Amazon.**

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