Cover reveal: An Intimate Education (charity anthology)

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Here it is people!!! The anthology I edited with Emily Dubberley for Erotic World Book Day. All proceeds will go to Brook, the fantastic sexual health education charity.

There are some fantastic authors in there: Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, Lucy Felthouse, Anna Sansom, Tabitha Rayne, Lexie Bay, A.M Hartnett, Victoria Blisse, Madeline Moore – just to name a few off the top of my head.

Plus a new story from me with some Femdom action.

Twenty-two stories and something for everyone: straight, lesbian, gay, transexual, BDSM, Femdom…. it’s a cornucopia of awesomeness!!!

Please help me to spread the word – it’s a truly great cause.

We’ll be celebrating Erotic World Book Day on Facebook. March 5th 7.00pm till midnight. There are some truly amazing prizes to be won, lots of fun chat with erotic authors, excerpts and there’s bound to be some spanking banter! I can’t wait. I’ll be hosting…

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Sunday Snog from One Night in Edinburgh

One Night in Edinburghby Charlotte Howard - 200

She was a little taken aback by the kiss. It had been unexpected, but not unwanted. She drowned in the feel of his mouth on hers. Butterflies filled her chest, stomach, and groin, flapping their wings of lust and desire as they fought for control. Her mind and any sense of logic clouded over and got lost in the fog.

Tears stung the back of her eyes at the thought of having to move on the next day. She had a meeting in Aberdeen, followed by a final one in Glasgow, and then back to London. She couldn’t even ring Holly and say that actually she’d decided to take a few extra days holiday. A lump grew in her throat.

“I need you.” The words were simple enough, but stoked the internal fire deep inside her. “Right now, I need you.”

She shifted her head backwards and looked at him. His blue eyes sparkled in the dying sunlight, giving him a dark and mysterious air. He dismissed her concerns of being within the view of other people, taking her hand in his and leading her under an archway.

Laughter and the sound of heels clacking against the brick paved road moved past them. Music emanated from the pub behind her. They walked a bit further until they were completely sheltered in darkness. They were surrounded by buildings, and windows, and the possibility of prying eyes.

“I can’t,” she complained, angry with herself for being so paranoid at the thought of being caught. Wasn’t that supposed to be part of the excitement?

Ethan pressed her against a wall, his lips on hers. She was pinned between two solid surfaces with no way of escape, not that she wanted to run away. She very much wanted to feel his hands delve into her nether regions. She desperately wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and have him urge into her as he had in the back of the limo.


City Nights: One Night in Edinburgh is available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Kobo, Nook, Apple and Smashwords.

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Available Now: The Final Straight

The Final Straight

By Charlotte Howard

The Final Straight by Charlotte Howard - 500


April Miller works for her best-friend, Max Knight on his livery and competition yard. Their friendship has withstood many turbulent times, and while April is deeply in love with Max, she is also aware of his womanising ways and has refused to succumb to his flirtatious charms. When her ex, AJ, suddenly comes back with a business proposal, April finds herself torn between the two men.


April stared at the few black blobs on the screen. She knew they should have formed sentences, but her mind was elsewhere and unable to create readable words out of the muddle. The biro’s plastic end crunched between her back teeth.

She’d managed as much as ‘Dear AJ,’ when a knock on the door disturbed her. Max poked his head around and gave her the same soulful puppy-eyed look he always did after he’d managed to upset her.

“What do you want, Max?” she asked, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was on her screen.

“Peace offering,” he said, walking in and putting the mug of tea by the mouse pad.

She looked up at him. The frustration and irritation faded. “I’m sorry for snapping.”

Max sank into the chair opposite. “I’m sorry for…”

April raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to finish the sentence. “Shagging everything in sight?” she suggested. “You need to watch yourself.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do. Every time your bedroom antics are flaunted, I get a phone call. Six o’clock this morning and Banks was on the phone screeching at me. You hadn’t even got out of the shower and I was helping him load his horses onto a lorry.”

Confusion spread across his face, giving him the look of an innocent teenager.

“She woke up, and you weren’t there,” April reminded him. “Of course she’s going to ring her dad, who, may I remind you, has a shotgun license. You’re lucky it was only money he was cutting off.”

Max winced. “I am sorry.”

April hummed, not sure whether to believe him. “They are the second client we’ve lost this month because of you. I’m fed up of having to placate pissed off husbands and fathers.” She rubbed at the corners of her eyes as her contact lenses began to itch. “We have a board meeting next week. Please don’t make me ask them for more money.”

“Hey,” he cooed, sweeping around to her. He knelt by her leg, taking her pale knuckles in his hands. “You won’t need to.”

“I will if we run out and I can’t pay the bills. I can’t afford to forfeit my wage to support this place.”

“No,” he said, with a shake of his head. “That won’t happen.”

“I do have something for you to consider.”

“What? Anything if it will cheer you up.”

“The college rang and asked if we’d be willing to take on a work experience girl over the summer holidays.”

He dropped her hands, stood up, and began to pace in front of the desk. “You know how I feel about that.”

“It would be free labour, good publicity, and we’d be helping her out. Good karma, which is something I think you need.”

“I just have…” he hovered around the words. “Standards.”

“I’m asking you to hire her, not sleep with her.”


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Valentines Sale – 99 cents!

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My publisher, Rocking Horse Publishing, is having a sale this weekend. Here’s your chance to pick up a whole bunch of Rocking Horse titles for just 99 cents a piece. There truly is something for everyone here!

Dacia Wilkinson has three tiles on sale this weekend. A Kiss in the Rain is a sweet book with interesting well-drawn characters. I particular loved the elderly Adeline who reminded me a lot of my kibbutz grandmother, Miriam, who is the namesake for my character Miri, in P.A.W.S.

For Love of Words is sitting on my Kindle and deals with a subject close to my heart, the importance of storytelling and reading aloud.

KissRain  LoveofWords

How about something for the kids? I own a paperback of Not Real and Never Will Be. Dacia created this adorable picture book for her own kids when they were little and now you can share it with yours. The…

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Possibly goodbye?

The end of 2014 / beginning of 2015 was a bit, well quite frankly, sh*t. After a short stay in hospital, my dad sadly passed away. So January was spent organising his funeral and dealing with solicitors, banks, HMRC, and everyone else who needed to be informed. It got me thinking though. Life is very short and fragile. My dad was only 64, which is a relatively young age. But in those 64 years he packed in a hell of a lot. He did an apprenticeship with Rolls Royce before joining the Merchant Navy and travelling the world, and eventually working on oil rigs, which again meant a lot of travel. His work on oil rigs was the reason I was born in Oman and have lived in Scotland as well as England, not to mention the frequent stops in the Netherlands during many long-haul flights. He was full of adventurous stories, from battling a 25-foot jelly fish, to catching tiger sharks, and some more colourful tales. We should all be able to sample life’s rich tapestry, one of his favourite sayings.

What do I want out of life? Well, obviously I want my family to be happy and healthy. I want the best for my kids. I also want my own happiness, and I plan on making 2015 ‘My Year’.

I want to make writing into a full-time job. I want to be able to say that my books pay my bills. I also want my bookshop. I want to be fitter and healthier and more productive. New year, new me.

Part of this is going to be to get me organised and more professional. (Ha! There’s a challenge in itself.) And that is where the possible goodbye comes into effect. I’m designing a new website and a new blog. It will be sleek, sexy, professional, and all linked together. Whether I actually get that together or not is a completely different matter.

2015 is going to be an exciting year. As well as all this, I’ve got a new book coming out in February, Seven Dirty Words is being revamped and re-released in the summer, and I’ve already got one event lined up. Watch out Luton – it’s going to be a smutty weekend!

So keep watching this space, to see whether resolutions are made or broken this year!

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Guest blog: David O’Brien

One Night in Madrid by JD Martins - 500-2

Thanks for having me on your blog, Charlotte, to talk about my new book One Night in Madrid, which is book 8 of Tirgearr Publishing’s City Nights Series. As a City Nights author yourself, you know how exciting it is to be part of this series. When I first heard of the call for submissions, I decided to try my hand at it since it seemed like a great opportunity to write something different. It wasn’t easy, but it was very gratifying to have the story accepted, but then, as publication neared, I decided that it would be best to publish under a different name than that used for my other works to date – my own name. So I chose a pseudonym, for several reasons.

This book is very different to my other novels, which include a children’s story and a young adult novel. As a school teacher by day, it’s much easier to suggest former students, current students and their parents look up my novels knowing they won’t bump into something they might not want to see. The fact that I currently reside in a fairly conservative town was a factor, too. But I also had some strong suggestion from my significant other that this kind of story was best associated with a name other than my own.

And I am not the only author to do so: many writers choose to publish erotica under an assumed name, even some others in the City Nights series.

Yet the exponential growth in publication and readership of “these kind of stories” in recent years would lead us to believe that fewer people actually disprove of them, more people read them and like them, and therefore should not look down upon those who write them. Certainly those who do write them should be less reluctant to make their names publicly associated with their works.  We’re not quite there yet, however. It will take a few years, and many more less squeamish folk like Charlotte, to lead the way, but one day society will catch up and treat erotic stories just like every other genre: either your cup of tea or not but nothing to be coy about, just like horror or thrillers or mysteries or sci-fi can be someone’s cup of tea or not. Until then, I will keep JD hard at work writing stories that they can either read in public or keep hidden on their ebook reader for perusal in private. Either way, I hope they enjoy it.

 Here’s the blurb….

Danny left Dublin for Madrid two years ago, but still scans the crowd in the Irish pubs for the face of someone from home. Though doubtful he’ll ever recognise anybody, one evening he sees Aisling, a girl he’d known – or wished he’d known – at university. Beautiful but haughty, she’d always ignored Danny, and though he’d fantasised about making love to her, she’d never so much as smiled at him.

To his amazement, Aisling is extremely friendly when she meets him all these years later and away from home. She is still snobby and condescending, but Danny decides to make her night as enjoyable as he can, hoping for one last chance to impress her and make his teenage fantasies come true. As the sultry Madrid night progresses, mere lust grows into affection, and Danny begins to see her snobbery as something else entirely. Will Aisling see Danny as more than just a way to pass her night in Madrid?

And here’s an appropriate-for-all-ages excerpt:

Draining the glass, Danny placed it on the bar, debating whether to have another pint, or stroll home and have a glass of wine while he prepared dinner. The plan was just one pint, but he needed to tell himself that twice; once when he went into the bar and again when he’d finished the drink.

And then he saw her.

She stood quite near, surrounded by a tight knot of people at the edge of the dance floor that had parted momentarily. She wore a cotton summer dress that showed the sweep of her shoulder blades and spine. The dress was floral, red with splashes of black and dark blue. She wore soft brown leather sandals that were almost invisible against her tanned feet. Her toenails were painted red but her fingernails were French polished. A silver or white-gold bracelet hung from her right wrist, and on her left she wore a silver wristwatch, which a discreet look later told him was a Patek Philippe. In her ears she had diamond stud earrings, and on the ring finger of her right hand was a silver ring with a blue stone he couldn’t identify.

He didn’t see her face straight away, yet something deep inside him said it had to be her.

In college, he’d often stared at this girl’s long blonde hair from a few seats behind in the lecture theatre, while far below them a maths professor droned on about matrices. He knew the shape of her head and neck, had observed her tie up that hair, amazed at the beauty of the fine, straight filaments, the way the strands slid like silk over one another, yet held as one tight rope. When she was an infant her mother had clearly decided ever cutting such hair would be a sin, and she’d concurred. She plaited it, put it in a ponytail, tied it up around a clip made of what seemed to Danny like a piece of wood and two chopsticks, or simply a spare pencil. Sometimes it splayed out across her shoulders like a cascade of spun gold. Now it was pulled up in a silver clasp, to reveal the nape of a long, fine neck, and soft-skinned shoulders.

Those shoulders had been bared before, in a hot September of their freshman year, and later, during the intense study month when the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell across the lawns of campus. Danny had fantasised about slipping off that shoulder strap, letting the silky string fall down along her arm, trailing his fingers along her collarbone and ribs and pushing aside the top to expose her breasts.

When she turned around in the bar and he saw her face, Danny instantly searched through his memory to match her visage, and see all six numbers of recognition. It came out a winner. She stared back at him, her brain no doubt doing the same. Although still early, and most—apart from the pre-marriage revellers—were only on their second or third drink, Danny thought she must have been fairly merry already, because as she recognised him she smiled.

She’d never smiled at him before—not in four years of college. Then again, they’d not interacted much. They’d never really talked, never attended the same classes after second year. He’d always told himself she’d never smiled at him because she didn’t know him. Once or twice, of course, she’d turned around, casually, and seen him. But she’d seen lots of others sitting behind her, too. The back rows of the lecture theatre were filled with Danny’s friends, who’d varying levels of interest in her hair and the maths lecture; from zero to all-absorbed.

The chance to get to know her had never come around. She’d majored in chemistry, Danny in computer science. He had taken a chemistry class in second year, but she’d always seemed to sit on the opposite side of the theatre then. His gaze had often paused upon her face as he searched through those assembled in a lecture the way he did through the throng of a bar.

She was stunning. Her frame was that of someone who was fit without effort. A swimmer or a gymnast at some point, she had a fine body, breasts the way Hemingway described, wide womanly hips and a behind that eyes or hands could never tire of. She had crystal blue eyes like deep Antarctic ice, and a button nose. Her mouth was perfect. Her teeth had had money spent on them, but her lips were natural; she had a dazzling smile. But before that moment in a Madrid bar, Danny had only received the coldness of those glacial eyes.


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Guest Blog: Janine Ashbless


So, have you made your New Year’s Resolutions yet?

It’s so alluring to think that a New Year means a New Start – a clean slate. All the bad old habits swept away! I wrote my resolutions for 2015 … and then I compared them to the ones I made in 2012. It does not make for impressive viewing!

  • I will give up playing Slitherlink: it wastes valuable writing time. (2012: “I will give up playing Spider Solitaire…”)
  • I will write at least 2,000 words every day, come hell or high water. (2012: ditto, try again)
  • I will not treat blog-tours as a cast-iron obligation, whilst treating my novel as something that can be put off until I’m in the right frame of mind. (2012: “I will not treat Facebook and my blog as cast-iron obligations…” )
  • I will spend MUCH LESS time on goddamn Facebook following interesting looking links. It is an absolute time-sink. (2012: “I will give up watching TV, especially at lunchtimes.” Yes, that one worked.)
  • I will not play Slitherlink in a state of panic every time a deadline presses. It does not solve anything. You cannot stay in the happy Slitherlink world forever, Ashbless!
  • I will write a romantic hero without long hair and/or a stubbly beard. Just to prove I have range. (2012: ditto. Haven’t managed it yet.)
  • I will write a romantic novel in which everybody has a nice time and nobody gets beaten up, tortured or killed. Just to prove I’m not a psycho. (2012: ditto. Actually I’m pretty sure I’ve got worse: Cover Him with Darkness (2014) is full to the brim with character suffering and angst.)
  • I will clean my office and file All The Things.
  • I will paint the bathroom ceiling. Sometime.
  • I will learn to spell “surprise,” “incense” and “areolae” without having to look them up every time. (2012: It was “weird” and “occasional”).
  • I will not use hyphens in any fiction I hope to sell to an American publisher. (2012: ditto, but it was semicolons)
  • I will never play more than 10 games of Slitherlink in a row. Ever.

I think I can spot a pattern here.

New Year … Same Old Me :-)

Janine Ashbless


Fierce Enchantments

Janine Ashbless is the author “Fierce Enchantments”, a collection of ten short stories full of fantasy, magic, and lust. Against the darkest and most perilous backgrounds, the blaze of desire burns even brighter. This is erotica at its fiercest and most breathtaking! This book is part of Janine Ashbless’s Enchantment collection, which includes Cruel Enchantment and Dark Enchantment. Each of the Enchantment books is a standalone collection, and readers need not have read prequels or sequels to fully enjoy any book in the collection.



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