Monday, 31 March 2014

Special guest - Samantha Darling

Thank you for having me here today! Hello! My name's Samantha and I was invited to drop in by the gorgeous Brit Babes blogger, Tabitha Rayne to talk about anything that took my fancy. Anything I asked? Okay. So, I thought long and hard about it, I could have done a post on chocolate....I know A LOT about chocolate. I could have done something on twins...not that I'm an expert parent or anything but I have twin boys as a few of you may already know and could have perhaps shed some light on the chaos of multitasking with multiples. But na. 

During the last couple of weeks you may have seen the Twittersphere and Facebook have been taken over by selfies. But not just any old selfie. These pics were to raise awareness and money for cancer research and wow, something that started out as so trivial, so simple, just went crazy viral and has raised an staggering £8 million (and still counting!) in just those couple of days. And yes, I did participate with a #nomakeupselfie and a little it is! 

When I saw all the cancer research promo, #nomakeupselfies stuff going on, I thought, this would be a great opportunity to link it in with this talk about the story I've been working on for a while now. It really is special to me, I'm totally passionate about it and its my baby. This is the first time I've mentioned it at length out in the big wide world (apart from with my lovely editor, Annie Seaton) so I'm very nervous! I started to write the story when my step dad was diagnosed with cancer in March 2013. He was told he had the C in mid March and died on the 27th April. So to say that cancer is shit, really is an understatement. It's one proper f*cked up, sh*tty, c*nty b*stard! (Apologies for the expletives!) This book will be dedicated to him, and everybody who has fought the battle against cancer, plus everyone who helped me along the way! 

While I'm here I wanted to share a small excerpt with you gorgeous Brit Babes and your blog followers. This is from the scene when one of the heros (yes, I'm greedy, I have two!) tells his wife, Isobel that he's decided against having chemotherapy. This story is gritty, its real, its an emotional roller coaster and its completely different from my debut Revenge in Rio. You can check out my Pinterest page for this story if you like, here

Remember, you can still donate to cancer research if you want to and post a #nomakeupselfie or guys you can donate and post a pic with some slap on #makeupselfie. Just simply text BEAT to 70099. It's an amazingly worthy cause. x

EXCERPT from Hanging in the Balance
“I want to just be with you, Babe…the both of you.” He glances down at my tummy. “I want to be in my home. I want to be able to enjoy my life while I still ‘ave it. The chemo won’t do anythin’ for me, we both know that, don’t we? It’ll just drain me and finish me off quicker.”
His voice is so gentle and calming, as if he is talking to a small child. I’m sure he’s prepared himself all day long for this moment--no wonder he was asleep.
“You’re just giving up?” I choke on the words.
He pulls me close again and kisses the top of my hair firmly several times.
“Not at all. I just want me’ time left to be quality, Babe. The chemo wouldn’t do anythin’. It’s not goin’ to give me any more time than I already have, I know that. I don’t wanna go through all that to just feel like shit at the end. Please understand?”
I shut my eyes tight and nuzzle into the crook of his arm. I know that he’s right and I need to man up and accept all of this, but it’s just impossibly hard. I keep thinking I’ll wake up tomorrow morning, and it will have all been a nasty dream, but no.
Jason gives me a gentle squeeze, hugging me closer to him and I realise that I haven’t responded to him. I’ve been daydreaming of the horrid ordeal that we’re facing.
How do I answer him?
Okay, I’m happy with whatever you chose.
 But I’m not.
I know that it’s terribly selfish of me to feel this way. But I want him to want to have chemo. I want him to at least try it. I want him to fight.
“Iz, I’m fighting my hardest, believe me, Babe.”
It’s as if he has read my mind. That’s Jason; he is so intuitive with me. Or perhaps I’m just an open book?
A pang of guilt suddenly hits me hard in the gut, and I feel dreadful for even thinking that he’s not putting up a fight. Even waking up in the morning is a struggle, an effort. Of course he’s fighting.
And I admire him more for it every single minute of every day.
“I never doubted you.” I whisper into his T-shirt. 


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Sam :-) 

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Casting Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse

This post originally appeared on Literary Lagniappe.

Okay, I’d like to talk about casting for Stately Pleasures. I’m one of those writers that generally has a person in mind when I’m writing characters, especially if I’m writing longer pieces. So, for my first novel, I had two of my favourite sexy actors in mind for my lead males.

Jeremy Davenport is, in my mind, Jeremy Renner. See how I sneakily concealed his name there? LOL. Naturally, as Jeremy Davenport is terribly posh and British, the American accent is going to have to go, but otherwise, the Renner is my Jeremy.

Ethan Hayes is Jared Padalecki, no doubt about it. Tall, muscular, brooding, sexy. That long hair. Yum. Again, Jared’s going to have to figure out a way to do a posh British accent. But if he can do that, he’s totally going to be in the film.

Alice Brown is more difficult, really. She’s 30/31 (her birthday takes place in the book), and I haven’t really found any curvy actresses that are perfect for Alice. I think Melissa McCarthy is probably the closest I’ve found. So if any of you find a beautiful big girl who’s also an actress, just let me know and I’ll definitely give her a call when it comes down to casting for the film. When I was writing, I totally invented Alice—in my mind I didn’t have her as a certain actress, so it should be pretty easy to find someone to play her. Especially as she gets to play kinky games with Jeremy Renner and Jared Padalecki. Hell, I might just do it myself ;)

If you want to check out more photos of my inspiration, check out my Pinterest board: 

Happy Reading,
Lucy x


Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.

Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.

When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.


Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Monday, 24 March 2014

Special Guest Renee Rose

Please join the Babes in welcoming Renee Rose, author of The Bossman, to our blog. We had the wonderful opportunity to meet Renee just a few weeks ago at Eroticon 2014 and felt privileged that she'd done the long journey across the pond to hang out with UK authors and bloggers. Today she's giving us a very personal look at her thoughts on spirituality and kink, oh, what a treat…take it away Renee…

Spirituality and the Sexual Kink
by Renee Rose

In the post-Fifty Shades of Gray era, the topic of “deviant sex” has come to the forefront of mainstream society's awareness.  Considering it's rarely discussed without snickers or jokes, it seems to me that the time seems ripe for an expansion of consciousness around the topic.

As far as I can tell, I was born with a sexual kink.  I consider it an orientation vs. an interest. I am what the fetish community refers to as a “spanko.”  I remember being fascinated with spanking even as young as four years old.  I used to play spanking games with my dolls.  I used to look the word “spank” up in the dictionary and stare at it.  I read a lot of historical fiction because it often included corporal punishment.

It's a secret I kept closely guarded for most of my life.  At first I hid it simply because it was embarrassing to me, because of the shame and confusion I felt for being turned on by something that was considered painful and humiliating to most.  It is the sort of interest that spawns many jokes. As I matured, I not only hid it, but I did my best to suppress my thoughts and fantasies of being spanked.  It seemed to me that they were unhealthy thoughts.  They were not normal.  Why on earth would any woman want to be spanked?  Why would she want to be dominated by a man?  I consider myself a feminist.  The very idea of being spanked, of being submissive to a man was in conflict with my views on equality of the sexes.

I would go through periods of time when I allowed myself to indulge my kink by daydreaming long, intricate plot lines involving some spanking scenario or another.  During these periods of time, I found myself feeling and acting more submissive around male authority.  For example, I would freeze up around male bosses, or be unable to demand what I needed from a male doctor.

For these reasons, I believed that indulging in these fantasies was detrimental to my psyche.  I would exert my will-power and completely shut them down.  I noticed that the times when I was not allowing myself to indulge in these thoughts, my sex drive was very low and when I did have sex, my body's responses to it were less than enthusiastic.  The times when I did allow myself my fantasies, my sex life was most interesting.  I was not anywhere close to acting on these fantasies, but they were feeding my general interest in having sex and my ability to easily achieve orgasm.  This observation only added to my distress.  Why could I not be normal?

When I first began writing romance, I suppressed the spanking scenes that naturally appeared in my imagination.  It wasn't until I discovered there was an entire market for spanking romances, that I was able to let go and explore my plot lines fully, thrilled that I'd found my niche.  But as I started putting my fantasies down on paper, my brain nearly imploded from the conflict within myself.  I sat down to meditate and I asked the question, why am I so submissive?

What I heard is that I wasn't just interested in submission to men, my desire stemmed from learning submission to a higher power. God, if you will.  Or Goddess or the Universe-- whatever nomenclature you prefer.

I was stunned.  I had never considered there might be a higher purpose to being spanked!  It's the “God in Everything” theory.  There is divinity in all things.  There is divinity in the writing of this article.  There is divinity in sex.  In all of its shapes and forms.  There is divinity in learning to submit to a sexual partner, just as there is divinity in learning how to dominate.

There is an enormous need for trust between partners who engage in BDSM activities.  The intimacy goes way beyond the intimacy that is forged with “vanilla” sex.  One thing I learned as I became acquainted with the spanko community via blogland, was that this sexual expression demands communication and trust.  I read story after story of bloggers who had incorporated it into their marriages with truly transformative results.  Some couples kept spanking as a strictly erotic expression, while others took it a step further and used it as a means of resolving conflicts via “domestic discipline.”  Across the board,  everyone reported that their marriages and sex lives improved dramatically.

Around the time I finished my first spanking romance novella I worked up the courage to ask my husband to spank me.  The fresh romance that has sparked between us as a result has been incredible.  An expression I often read on the blogs is “I wish we started this sooner.”  That is exactly how I feel.  Though I once believed that my interest in being dominated would make me weaker, I've found the opposite to be true.  I feel less afraid of the men I interact with in my every day life. It's as if, by accepting a previously rejected part of myself, I am more confident of who I am.

Furthermore, I find the expression of dominance and submission to be a beautiful balance of energies-- a divine union.  The yin and yang, masculine and feminine – in a gender neutral kind of way.  It's an exquisite dance that fulfills me through the sheer beauty of its expression.

Sexual kinks come in all varieties.  What I discovered is that accepting and embracing my kink has allowed a more honest expression of my true self, both as an author of fiction, and as a wife and sex partner.  I would encourage anyone with an unexpressed kink to talk to their partner about it.  If you don't have a partner, there are online communities to help you find someone with similar interests. is an amazing resource, not only for connecting people, but for discussing issues related to your fetish.  There are also “kink-aware” therapists who can help with personal growth or marital counseling.

Renee Rose is a multi-published author of erotic spanking romance.  Her latest release The Bossman, won Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author contest. Her blog can be found at and contains links to many other blogs and resources for spankos. She can also be found on Twitter or Facebook.

The Bossman blurb:

Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally.

Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Vegas Observations

I was lucky enough to be in Las Vegas for five days last march, and I kept a detailed account of that time to help me with the writing of Fulfilling the Contract, the sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly. Though I had a rough idea of where the novel would go, it’s great fun to look back at those observations and see how they influenced the story, so I thought I’d share a few snippets of that travelogue with Brit Babe readers.
29 March 3:45 am Jet lagged and wide awake
It's almost four in the morning here and I'm wide-awake. I'm on the 22nd floor, so have a fab view and have been enjoying the activity on the top floor of the parking garage below my window -- a clandestine rendezvous between a woman in a yellow Mustang and a man in a black SUV. Taking notes and letting my imagination run wild here.  
Vegas never sleeps, and the lights change all during the night. I actually don't mind being jet lagged in a hotel room in some exotic place. It's sort of like the city’s been deserted and I'm the only one left to prowl. My head's slightly buzzy from not enough sleep, and it feels more like something really unexpected might come from that grey mass between my ears when I’m like this.
The landscape around here is so stunning. Approaching the city after flying over the Sierra Madre mountains, there are all these wild hogs back formations raising out of the desert floor and everything is a million shades of brown and gold and beige. Then Vegas juts up out of the desert like so many gigantic neon erections. It's just so brazen, skyscrapers and lights and swimming pools in the most desolate place you can imagine. It has OTT written all over it. You couldn't look out of place here if you tried. And I really think some people try. But it's this insanity and wild carefree grab the brass ring attitude where everybody's friendly and everybody's anonymous at the same time that intrigues me so much. And it's the fact that it's in one of the most stunning landscapes I've ever seen.
29 March late afternoon
I'm just in cooling down after a hot walkabout in the sun. You don't sweat here because it's so hot and arid perspiration dries and is gone before you know it, so you have to be really careful not to dehydrate. It just doesn't feel that hot until it's too late.
Desert Scent
It's hard to explain the desert smell. It's like if you could mix Rosemary and Eucalyptus with sand and high altitude. I know that sounds strange, but it's a lovely scent. It smells like that where my sister lives too, with the added scent of juniper and sagebrush and evergreen, those are the smells of my childhood, arid and thin and bright -- if you can smell bright.

Fire and Speculation
Thursday afternoon when I returned to my room, I looked out the window to discover roiling black smoke coming out of a building in the middle distance, a low, Mediterranean type building that I could just make out the word ‘casino’ on the front of. On closer inspection I could see leaping flames and I could see fire trucks with hoses and lots of emergency vehicles. They worked several hours to put the fire out, then even the next morning there was a fire truck still at work.

Of course with this being Vegas and the mob connections and all, I couldn’t help thinking that something sinister had happened. I later learned that the building was the Key Largo Casino and it was deserted.

The desert sky seems huge all the time. The landscape seems huge. In fact Vegas itself seems a bit like a gnat on the rough pelt of some giant beast who doesn’t even notice its existence. Of course that’s not true. How can the presence of so many totally water hungry humans who are so excessive and extravagant with that precious elixir of life not cause the land to suffer?

Construction Site
Vegas is a giant construction site. Everywhere you look something is either being built or torn down. Every vacant lot or empty building has a sign on it or on the fence around it that says this area designated for a casino.

Lake Mead
Lake Mead is sort of a creepy place to me, with the rapid decline of the water levels the rocks are bleached white from the present level of the water up to the old level, a drop of 20 feet or more, and the shoreline has receded over a half a mile in places.

With the population in the area rising from ½ million people to 3 million in a short time the lake, which was originally created by the construction of Hoover Dam, for electricity, is being sucked dry. And yet, the tour guide told us that where he lived, he has a well, drilled down into the underground aquifer with an endless supply of water. This whole area was once an inland sea – reaching all the way to the Mississippi Valley. Stunning to think that just below this dry, seemingly barren landscape, the sea is still there.

Blurb Fulfilling the Contract:
Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.
Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfill the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?  

Excerpt Fulfilling the Contract:
‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’
‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her.
After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’

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