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Publishing giant Mills & Boon, high-street bookseller WHSmith, online eBook retailer Kobo along with the self-publishing platform Kobo Writing Life have partnered up to the end of offering  the Romance Writing Life competition.

The winning novelist will be awarded the grand prize of a publishing contract with  Mills & Boon, including both print and digital release. The book will be jointly promoted by Kobo, Mills & Boon and WHSmith.

Second and third prize winners will be awarded the brand new Kobo Glo HD.

Authors will submit a synopsis and first chapter of their romance novel, up to a maximum of 5,500 words, which will be reviewed by a judging panel.

Romance Writing Life was created in the hopes of discovering talented new writers of Romance. The winning title might be an unpublished gem just completed by the author a week before…

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Release Blitz: The New Room by Kay Jaybee

Out Now! – The New Room by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

 The New Room is a novella length finale that follows on from the end of the best selling, The Perfect Submissive trilogy, by Kay Jaybee.

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Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.

With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.

Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for…at freezing temperatures.

With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond…


…With a shove of her bound hands against the small of her back, Jess was bent forward so that her feet remained flat upon the floor. Her belly and chest were laid across the throne’s cushion, while her forehead rested uncomfortably on the wooden seat next to it.

The volume of the music increased, and Jess wondered if that meant it would soon have to drown out a greater level of background noise.

As Jess’ companion ordered her to close her eyes, a further wave of uncertainty added to the submissive’s anxiety. She didn’t recognise the voice. It didn’t belong to either Max or Lee. This was a stranger.

Even with the cloak hanging over her back, Jess’ flesh felt an oddly clammy chill of foreboding mingle with the cold. As her nipples buffed against the cording that ran around the edge of the throne’s satin cushion, the sole thought hammering in Jess’ head was, Who is this man?

The Fables had no new male member of staff that Jess was aware of. Although it was possible someone had been hired and no one had told her. Wishing she’d thought to ask Mrs Peters if she had permission to speak during the training session, but not wanting to risk her superior’s wrath by assuming she could, Jess clamped her jaw against the need to ask the owner of the fingers that were exploring the curve of her backside with growing confidence, who the hell he was.

Her neck was beginning to stiffen against the hard chair seat. Jess was just wishing the pressure of the cushion against her chest wasn’t so arousing when the anonymous palms abruptly stilled. All but for the thumbs – which continued to work in small sweeping circles, the simple move pushing Jess’ sex addicted body to silently plead for the man to flick up her cloak and thrust himself into her from behind. Now!

The sound of the door opening again made Jess’ breath catch in her throat as she lay over the chairs. Who else had joined them? Jess’ unspoken question was quickly answered, as the imperial voice of the Fables’ fifth floor manageress addressed the man, who was now kneading Jess’ butt cheeks as if they were mounds of dough.

‘I trust Miss Sanders has been obedient for you, Mr Grant?’

‘Oh yes, Mrs Peters.’ Mr Grant’s voice was husky and dripped as much with disbelief as it did lust.

‘Has the girl spoken, asked questions, or hesitated in her obedience to your requests in anyway? Even fractionally? ’

‘Not one word. Not so much as a pause. The girl is as well schooled as you told me she was.’ The tone of Mr Grant’s voice told Jess that he hadn’t expected her to be the submissive her boss had evidently boasted her to be.

‘I only employ the best, Mr Grant.’ Even though she couldn’t see her, the satisfaction in Mrs Peters’ voice warmed Jess a little against the cold. ‘I have to say I’m impressed with what you’ve built for us. This is precisely the grotto I had in mind. Would you like the tip for your services now, or would you like to be a spectator for a while and take your reward for a job well done afterwards?’

Mr Grant’s gulp was clearly audible as his hands rested over Jess’ hips. Instinct sent her butt up towards him.

Hoping that Mrs Peters hadn’t noticed the unauthorised move, Jess squeezed her eyes together tighter, willing her companion to take his reward now. She desperately wanted his cock inside her.

‘As much as I’d like to witness what you’ve planned, Mrs Peters, I have business elsewhere.’ Mr Grant’s voice was getting huskier, and Jess could hear how close he was to coming already. She doubted that he genuinely had other business. It was more likely that he simply wasn’t able to wait to experience the pliability of the submissive’s flesh. The edgy urgency in his voice was something Jess had heard from many a male hotel guest over the past eighteen months.

Mrs Peters nodded, ‘Then you may proceed…’

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Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.

Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,



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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

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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.

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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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