A Year Already? (1st Anniversary #giveaway)

So back in November I got an email from WordPress saying that my subscription was coming up for annual renewal. I was like, what?! I’ve been writing nearly a year, already? Rebecca Black is one year old!! Actually that sounds a bit weird… but you know what I mean.

A year ago today I published my first post. It’s been a busy year: 45 erotic shorts (mainly Masturbation Monday posts), the whole Erotic World Book Day shabang, joining the Cliterati team, 2 books published and 4 short stories to be published in anthologies in 2016. Feels good to write those words I’ve got to say. One of the best years of my life really. I’m working hard and it feels good. My brain is back, after two kids I thought it had left for good!

I just want to say a big thank you to anyone who has read or commented on my posts. It means a lot and ultimately keeps me motivated to write more. I appreciate every last one of you sexy, kinky people!!

I’ve made some wonderful friends this past year too; like minded people who are so kind and generous with their support. I feel very lucky to know you all.

I have a few things on the go at the moment so hopefully there will be more books published this year. One story was inspired by a Masturbation Monday short called Drawn To You (beards and tattoos need I say more?!) and another is an anthology of flash fiction and short stories. I’m not sure how that one will pan out, I may need to self-publish it so that will be another foray into the unknown. Then I’m 30,000 words into a full length novel. Organised writers will read this and roll their eyes I’m sure, but it seems to be the way I work. I like different stuff going on at the same time. Variety is the spice of life, right?

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So to celebrate my 1st anniversary I’m having a giveaway….

The prizes are a copy of A Taste For Three or Let’s Ride (both ebooks). I will randomly pick 2 people who care to take the time to tell me in the comments, the title of their favourite erotic short that I’ve written this year. They’re all listed here. If you want to say why, then that might just increase your chances!! I’ll announce the winners on Christmas Eve – 24th December 2015.

Good luck!

Well, all that’s left to say is –  I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas if you celebrate it –  and all the best for 2016!

Take care out there….

Rebecca xxx

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Rule Breaker by Lily Harlem #newrelease @lily_harlem

Today it is my pleasure to host the lovely Lily Harlem for her new book release – Rule Breaker. I’m a lucky girl, I’ve already read it and it is really good. I recommend you read it. It’s classic Harlem, hot and sexy with a great story line. Just read the excerpt… *somebody bring me a fan*.

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Rule Breaker, a dark erotic romance novel by Lily Harlem, is out now from Totally Bound and all other good ebook retailers:

Amazon UK | ARe | Kobo | B&N | ibooks

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Locks, keys and prison bars can’t contain a love that’s meant to roam wild and free, but when that love is let loose, will Lacey be able to handle what’s heading her way?

Rules are meant to protect the innocent and keep danger at bay—except for me. The lines blur, and it all started when I met the ultimate bad boy. But is he? Miller Davenport might be big, bad and brimming with sin but he’s confessed his crimes and for ten years he’s served his time and walked the line. Everyone deserves a second chance, right? And as his nurse—the one person who understands him—I can’t help but count the days till we can be together properly, without guards watching over us and without every look and word we share censored.

When that day comes, though, will our desire for each other explode and take me to the new heights he’s promised? And if so, how will I survive such intensity? One thing is for sure. With Miller I’ll be whisked up in a whirlwind of his dark energy and a tornado of his lust, and likely taken to the very edge of what I can handle. I can’t help a few nerves, though, as release day approaches, because if it all comes crashing down, who can I depend on when I’ve ridden into the sunset with a man who’s broken all the rules? Will I be saved or will I have pushed everyone and everything too far?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of exhibitionism, anal play and light restraint.

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Excerpt:

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just go with the first one they show me. Fuck it, it’s a cake shop. They’ll all be bloody nice.” He glanced at Miller then back to me. “Do you mind if I make a call while you—?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” I waved him to the seat. “This is my last time with Miller anyway, so I’m sure he’ll behave.”

Miller’s jaw was tense. His eyebrows drew low and a small muscle flexed in his cheek.

Barry pulled out his phone and, without glancing at me again, dropped his bulk into the chair—the legs scraped on the hard floor. He started scrolling over the screen.

“Come on,” I said to Miller.

He followed me into the clinical room.

I walked up to the counter and reached for my tray of equipment.

“Lacey.”

I startled. He was right behind me.

He set his hands on the work surface, one either side of my body, trapping me against it with his torso.

“What?” I whispered, glancing at the door, my head brushing his.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured, his mouth right against my ear.

A thrill and a chill went through me as my neck and scalp tingled and tightened at his nearness.

“What about it?” I placed my right hand over his, cupping his hard knuckles. It was a bold move, but touching him was what I craved—I couldn’t help myself.

I heard him pull in a breath. “Meet me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere you fucking want. Just be there.” He paused and pushed a little harder against me.

His groin, the outline of his cock, semi-hard, nestled against the crack of my buttocks. Lust blazed through my veins. Damn it, tomorrow was too long to wait. But we had to.

“There’s a pub, round the corner from here,” I said. “The Cow and Slipper.”

He turned his hand and gripped my forearm. His fingertips pressed over my pulse points, his fingers were big and dark against the delicate veiny underside of my wrist.

“I’ll be there at noon,” he said.

“So will I.”

“Thank you.” He pressed his cheek against my ear. The weight of his head was heavy against mine.

I leaned into him. The daring, risky move heightened all of my senses. His chest against my shoulders, his breath on my cheek and his stubble against my temple. And damn, his body shoved into mine, his cock pushing through clothes against my arse. I wanted it. All of it.

“We’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “Get to know each other without a boss watching over us. Speak freely about what we want. I’m not in it for a lay. What we have is special. I’m doing this because I want you—always have, from the first time I saw you.” He paused. “But you know that.”

I swallowed and turned. I did know that.

He released my wrist.

I looked up at him. This was the closest we’d ever been. I was surrounded by him, wrapped up in him. It was where I wanted to be.

He leaned a little closer and his chest brushed against mine.

My nipples drew into pinched peaks, scraping against the inner cups of my bra.

“I thought of you last night,” he said. He lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. The small hard patches of skin, from where he banged weights, scratched against my flesh.

“What did you think?” I asked, my hands hovering. I wanted to touch him but didn’t dare, for fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I glanced at the door again.

“Shh, it’s okay. I can still hear him talking,” he said.

“Maybe you should tell me tomorrow, when we don’t have to rush.” My heart was racing, adrenaline swamping my system. The thought of Barry catching us like this had me on a knife’s edge, but I couldn’t push Miller away. Barry had been instructed to behave like Miller might be a danger to me, yet I’d never felt safer than at this moment with Miller’s full attention—with Miller, big, bad now- tamed Miller, looming over me.

I knew what he was, what he was capable of, but he’d been reformed. He was being let out. The judge, the crown, had decided he’d paid for his crimes and he was no longer a danger to society. Which meant he wasn’t a danger to me.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow then,” he said, lowering his head. “If that’s what you want.”

I stared into his dark eyes, at the way his lashes pointed slightly downward. They weren’t curled, and he had a tiny freckle like a teardrop under his left eye. I hadn’t noticed that before. Hadn’t been close enough.

“I’ll look after you, hen,” he whispered. “Don’t ever be afraid of me. I’m not violent. I’m a good man now. I’ll be your good man for as long as you’ll have me. I promise. I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not…scared, that is.”

“Good.” He leaned closer still. I looked at his lips. I could see every tiny dent and crease on them, his top one was thinner than the bottom and with stubble peppered right up to the outline. Fuck, is he going to kiss me?

We couldn’t.

Not here.

Not now.

“No,” I mouthed.

He pressed his closed lips to mine. They were dry, yet soft. He held my head in both of his hands and pushed his hard body forward, trapping me against the counter.

I whimpered and clung to his forearms. Terror and desire warred within me. I’d lose my job. He could lose his good-behavior privilege and be held for the remainder of his sentence.

It was the most reckless kiss I’d ever experienced, yet also the gentlest, sweetest connection I could ever remember.

He pulled back.

I opened my eyes.

His were still shut.

He furled his tongue over his bottom lip, as though tasting me there.

“Jesus,” he said quietly. “How the hell am I going to get through this last night without you?”

“Stop.” I rested my hands on his chest and pushed. “Please, save this for tomorrow.” Again I threw a glance at the door.

“Okay.” He opened his eyes, released me and stepped back. He held up his palms as if surrendering. “This last bit is the hardest though. I guess it’s like running a marathon. It’s all shit but the last mile? The last hundred yards? That’s what really gets you here.” He banged his chest. “It’s the shitiest bit.”

“I suppose.” I rubbed the tip of my index finger on my lips, reliving the sensation of his mouth on mine.

“Fucking genius you are, Lacey,” Barry said, walking in.

A flash of surprise went over Miller’s face.

Alarm must have crossed mine too.

Neither of us had heard him finish his conversation or been aware of him approaching the clinical room.

Bloody hell. If he’d come in ten seconds ago…no, make that five seconds ago.

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About Lily Harlem:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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NEW RELEASE!!! Let’s Ride by Rebecca Black #lesbian #erotica

Hello!!

IT’S RELEASE DAY!!! I won’t lie – I’m excited…

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I really love a good, quick read. Busy lives often don’t leave as much time as we’d like for reading, do they? I’m not always so bothered about the back story, I just want to live vicariously for a moment through the characters as they experience that first rush of lust and desire in a new relationship – I want to get a little hot and tingly 😉

Well Evernight’s Romance on the Go range is all about fulfilling this reading need and my new release Let’s Ride is a part of that.

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Let’s Ride started life as an erotic short that I wrote for Masturbation Monday (a meme that I write for most weeks). I saw this black and white photograph and a piece of flash fiction just fired out of me. Talk about inspiration!

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She looks like she wouldn’t take any crap and she looks very capable of sweeping someone off their feet. It got a lot of great feedback so I decided to extend it and lucky for me, Evernight liked it too.

I’ve read some great books with well written dominant male characters, both straight and gay, but I really wanted to write a recognisable archetype with a twist. There isn’t one good reason on this earth why the hero has to be male. Let’s Ride completely rejects that assumption. Jo is confident, self-assured and has a dominant streak a mile wide, but she’s also a beautiful woman, inside and out. She rides into town and sweeps Mary-Beth right off her feet and into her bed. I love her (I know I’m not supposed to say that because I wrote her, but I really do!) and I hope you do too.

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So here’s the blurb:

“I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.”

Trapped in a small town life, Mary-Beth always knew there was something better out there. Then Jo rides into town and walks straight into the diner where she works. Sexy, dominant and self-assured, Jo is everything Mary-Beth wishes she could be. Their hot, intense meeting crashes through Mary-Beth’s small world and offers her the promise of a new start.

Will Mary-Beth leave everything behind and ride with Jo towards the chance of a new life?

Excerpt:

Standing by the window, I’m trying to take a lunch time customer’s order but my attention is caught by a bike riding into the gas pump out front.

I hold my breath. She is pretty much everything that I wish I could be. Tall and lean. Enough fuck you attitude to tame a horde of marauding Vikings. She straddles that bike like she was born to it, like she never rode a trike. Like she just stepped right onto all that horsepower and with a flick of her wrists rode off into the sunset, giving everyone the finger as she went.

I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.

She kicks the stand and moves the bike smoothly into its stationary position, slinging her long leg over the back wheel.

I jump a little when our eyes meet through the window. I’m supposed to be taking this guy’s order but I got distracted, seriously distracted. She smirks when her eyes roam over the redness in my cheeks.

Heat has suffused my body; a fine sweat has broken out on my skin and I know I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I manage to scramble my brain sufficiently to take his order and drop it off at the kitchen. Moving around the bar, I grab the coffee pot to do refills. I can’t stop looking at the door.

Will she come in? Or has she just come for gas?

Please let her come in.

I want to see her up close—I want to see her eyes—that flawless skin. I want to run my fingers over the black shaved hair on the sides of her head, run them through the longer top that she has greased back. I want to watch her eyes close with the pleasure of it.

I hold my nerve when I hear the bell ring over the door. I’m pouring coffee—it really wouldn’t do to spill it and burn a customer. I’m bent over slightly to reach the cup, and my skirt brushes against the back of my legs when she walks past me.

I smile distractedly as the customer thanks me, turning my head to see she has taken a seat at the bar.

Walking over on shaky legs, I smooth my damp palms down the front of my uniform apron.

She sits tall, resting her elbows on the counter. Her legs are open, one heel of her heavy black boots hooked higher on the stool than the other. Her jeans are tight, riding low on slim hips, well worn with a small rip over one knee. A tight white t-shirt stops a few inches from the waistband of her jeans, showing smooth lightly tanned skin that I desperately want to touch.

Her knowing gaze follows me as I move around the bar to face her. I can almost feel a pressure on my skin where it touches me.

“What can I get for you?”

“What have you got?” she asks in a low, husky voice. Her eyes lock on mine. Her eyebrows are like a raven’s wings, perfectly shaped, drawing my attention across her arresting face.

“Pretty much anything, as long as it’s deep fried and unhealthy,” I say wryly.

She laughs. The sound is low and rough and strokes over my nipples.

“Always tastes good, though, don’t it?” she replies. That smirk plays across her mouth again as her gaze drops to my lips. “I’ll just take a coffee for now. Think I’ll get something sweet in a little while…”

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Purchase links:

Evernight | Amazon | All Romance | Bookstrand

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Guest Post: The Beautiful F. Leonora Solomon On Food and Attraction

“She cradled it with her lips to slowly suck the thick, dark chocolate covering, before letting it enter her mouth completely.” F. Leonora Solomon, ‘Chocolate Covered’ from Chemical Sex Anthology

Chef, Ellie Masters, in my novella A Taste For Three, has a complex relationship with food. It is comfort and succour for her, as well as being sensually satisfying. I wanted to delve into this idea by inviting someone to talk about their personal relationship with food.

There was only one person I wanted to ask to do this guest post. This lady has a beautifully sensual writing style and I know she is a fellow food lover. So I asked, and she answered – “of course!” – because that’s how kind and generous she is. So without any further ado, here’s F. Leonora Solomon….

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I am not a scientist, but I do believe there is a strong correlation between personality and appetite. Since I am not a scientist, I am going to give you life examples. I have a voracious and expansive appetite, and love to try new (combinations of) food. I eat high and low brow, I am not a complete food snob. Cooking is a favorite pastime of mine as well. To me, if you like to eat, the desire to prepare food should be intuitive. Maybe I should say I have a fascination with food, in some ways I treat it like it is sacred. I never eat on the run, I always sit down and savor my meals.

I had grasshopper salt on a margarita once, and ate delicious rabbit at a cafe in Quebec. As a omnivore, I do not think I should be elitist about what types of living things I consume—well, to a point. I would not like to be eaten, or to eat another human…not ingested I should specify! Additionally, I respect people who do not have a diet like mine. I have found bliss via vegetarian and vegan cuisines. I love exploring food.

People have judged what I eat, but it does not bother me. It is personal, the same way sexual desires are. I think sex should be explored the same way food is, without limitations, and with a willingness to try things that do not sound like they would be otherwise appealing.

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My one food snobbery? I have to say I cannot connect deeply with a man who does not like chocolate. To be fair, I am open but I have never been able to. Eating chocolate…I wish you could see me for a demonstration…imagine my mouth is wide open. I am reaching far back with my finger, to the spot where chocolate dissolves like an orgasm on my tongue.

Pause.

Okay, I am back. I cannot intimately connect with a man who does not like chocolate. I have good friends and family who don’t, and that is fine. I am not intimate with them. This is not to say that I have not been attracted to men who do not like chocolate, but there is something in their constitution that always fails me. And the chocolate thing is not a deal maker either. I have liked men who do like chocolate, but combined with other attributes, it was not successful.

One man made fun of me for my “fancy” palate and I dislike people who make fun of me for basic characteristics. Well, I dislike being made fun of in general, and he made a sport of it for a lot of things, including my writing, and he did not even know what I write.

The Chocolate Show that I attended in New York dispelled some notions I had about chocolate, I met some people there who were not what I expected chocolate lovers to be like at all…But chocolate still works as a fool-proof barometer for me of where things can go with a man. There are other factors. It is not an exact science, because I am not a scientist!


I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. A BIG thanks to Leonora (you should totally read Chemical Sex it’s a brilliant anthology – see my review here) and now I’m off to suck on some chocolate, maybe lick it and nibble it a bit – you know – just because it makes me feel good 😉

Rebecca x

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A Gratuitous Look At Sexy Chefs

Ok, so I googled “sexy chefs” because I’ve got two (Jack & Ellie) in my book A Taste For Three. There’s also a gorgeous guy (Nate) running front of house in the restaurant and what do you know? The first picture I clicked on was this stud muffin.

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Michael Chernow – The Meatball Shop

Michael Chernow runs front of house in New York City’s The Meatball Shop. Now I’m not a meatball fan but I’m tempted to book a plane ticket right bloody now.

Restaurants are blatantly a hot bed of sexy goodness and we can’t talk about sexy chefs and not have an Italian in the mix. So here’s my pick…

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Simone Rugiati – Cuoche et Fiamme

*cough* He’s wearing those little peppers well I thought.

Another Italian connection would be Giada De Laurentiis, an Italian-born American chef, writer, television personality, and the host of the current Food Network television program Giada at Home. That is one sexy lady!

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Giada De Laurentiis

Now, I’ve had a long standing thing for Raymond Blanc and Michel Roux Jr. It’s my love of older men / sexy accents, but then I saw this guy and I think I may be adding another one to my long time crushes.

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Claus Meyer – Noma

Noma is in Denmark, it’s cold there in the winter. I can think of a few ways to keep warm with this guy – saunas, hot tubs, rubbing massage oil all over his… ok, I’m going to stop there. Is he gorgeous or what? That little bit of grey in his hair, that mouth… take me away, Claus *swoon*.

One for the Aussies – Cindy Sargon is a successful business woman, wife, mother and TV chef / personality. She is rocking that outfit – gorgeous 😉

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Cindy Sargon

Readers in America might recognise this next guy from the programme ‘Top Chef’.

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Govind Armstrong – 8 oz Burger Bar

He’s new to me but I’ve just spent a very appreciative few minutes checking him out. He is lovely… what a beautiful smile.

Then last, but not least, there’s my favourite Aussie chef. I’ve had a long standing crush on this guy for like ten years. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched ten seasons of Masterchef! Some of you may ask why… why have you watched ten seasons of Masterchef? Why the hell do you fancy John Torode? The answer is I have no idea, I just do. (I think it’s the way he handles his frying pan…)

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John Torode

Do you have a secret sexy chef crush? If so, feel free to post some pics in the comments thread.

If you want to read about two sexy chefs and a hot m/m/f menage then check out my new book A Taste For Three from Evernight Publishing.

Thank you and good night,

Rebecca xxx

PS – if you fancy meeting my sexy chefs and restaurateur here are the links

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Food Love / Love Food

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I love food.

I love talking about it, cooking it and most of all eating it! This is a family thing. My Mum’s a fantastic cook and we’ve always enjoyed great food at home and loved to eat out.

Now I have two kids and my partner and I are passing that same excitement onto them. They love to eat out and to try foods from different countries. Nothing gets a flurry of excitement like when I announce it’s Fajitas for dinner!

So when I was at university and for a few years after when I moved to another country, I waitressed to earn money while I studied. I’m not going to lie, waitressing is bloody hard work and really punishing on the feet (mine used to tingle weirdly the next morning after a long shift) but I loved it all the same.

There’s a real buzz about a successful restaurant. The chef’s can be temperamental (I’ve seen dinner plates thrown at waitresses), the customers demanding and the bar staff flirtatious. As far I was concerned it was a melting pot of interesting, exciting people and food – I loved it.

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When I started to think about writing a longer story, setting it in a restaurant was the first thing I thought of. Stick to what you know, right? Plus I have worked with some sexy chefs in the past, so the character of Jack is loosely modelled on someone I used to know, but only in appearance. Unfortunately my time working in a restaurant wasn’t half as sexually exciting as Ellie’s in A Taste For Three 😉

Professional cooking is a male dominated world for the most part, I enjoyed writing about a female chef. Erin is a strong and determined character – I like her a lot. I hope you do too.

Jack and Nate, well they’re sexy and dirty in the best possible way. What’s not to love about that?!

If you want to check them out – here are the links:

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A Taste For Three: A Big Thank You!

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So my book A Taste For Three is out today *little jump for joy*. Evernight Publishing have done an awesome job with it, the cover is gorgeous and the whole process has been really straight forward. A big thanks to the Evernight Team – Stacey Adderley, Sandra Pesso, Jay Aheer et al for making it so easy.

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I really want to say a few thank you’s so please bear with me while I do my Oscar acceptance speech… *tongue firmly in cheek if you don’t know me very well*.

Thanks to Kayla Lords for my first guest post on her blog that started me off. The 33 Masturbation Monday posts that I’ve written have been fun, but they’ve also been about me learning how to write. Obviously, this is a continual process and the routine of posting every week has created some really good writing habits, like staying up really late on a Sunday night to finish, squinting at my laptop screen and knowing that nothing is ‘too dirty’ – in fact, the dirtier the better thank you very much! But most importantly, it helped me learn all the different ways I can stand to write pussy, cock and describe an orgasm.

Thanks to the Masturbation Monday community – you know who you are. All the comments and support every week mean so much and you make me feel like I’m not just sending words into the ether. You’re my dirty mates and I love you guys.

I need to specifically thank Emily DubberleyKymmie Carlton and F. Leonora Solomon because you ladies rock and I really love you. From day one you’ve been on my side and that is a bloody great feeling. Thank you and I hope you know all that support is reciprocated.

Alison Grieg my wonderful Brit Babes Street Team mate and Beta reader – you read it and it made you blush – that’s good enough for me!

The Brit Babes for their wonderful street team community and their fantastic support of my writing.

My 2 amazing ‘real-life’ friends, the only people apart from Mr Black who know how dirty I really am. Thanks for loving me anyway, ladies 😉 Get your diaries out – we’re going out!

Last but not least I need to mention my bloke, Mr Black. He reads pretty much everything that I write; he edits it, comments and if it’s really good… *cough* anyhoo… seriously, the support my man gives me is unbelievable. I wouldn’t have done half the stuff I have without him, we strategize together and plan my next 10 moves, 9 of which I would never have thought of on my own. He helps me navigate land mines on social media and when I’m banging my head on the table wondering why the hell I’m bothering to put myself through the pleasure / pain that is writing, he usually knows what to say to sort my head out. If he doesn’t, he annoys the shit out of me and the resulting heated conversation distracts me enough to get past whatever was blocking me in the first place. I think you’re getting the picture – I completely love this man.

Ok, enough mush.

I’m genuinely not someone who’s comfortable blowing my own trumpet – take that how you will 😉 – but now I’m faced with promoting A Taste For Three without driving you all completely insane. So prepare for blogs about food and sex, sexy chefs, sexy film scenes involving food, a guest post from the very lovely F. Leonora Solomon, and me throwing purchase links around like confetti.

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Any sharing you care to do of these promo posts will be very much appreciated.

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing

Amazon

All Romance

Book Strand

Thanks for reading as always,

Rebecca x

Cover Reveal: A Taste For Three by Rebecca Black

It’s here at last!! The wonderful Jay Aheer has created a sumptuous cover for my first book A Taste For Three. I really, really love it and hope you do too.

A Taste For Three (m/m/f menage) comes out this Friday 28th August from Evernight Publishing. Here’s a little taste just for you…

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Blurb:

What’s worse than wanting a man she can’t have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can’t have.

Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?

In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.

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Excerpt:

Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.

“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.

She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”

“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.

Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.

“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.

“I don’t understand…”

“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.

“We? What does that mean? I…both of you? But…”

“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”

How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.

But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.

She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.

“What the hell, Ellie?”

“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”

“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”

“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.

Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”

“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”

“I want it,” she whispered.


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Oh, she really does!! Look out for the release post on Friday.

Thanks for reading,

Rx

Update (28th Aug):

Purchase links

Evernight Publishing

All Romance

Amazon

Book Strand

A Little Update From Me to You

Ok, well as most of you know I post every Monday for Kayla Lords’s Masturbation Monday meme, but I’ve also been working my arse off writing a novella which I finished last month, and an anthology of flash fiction and short stories (this isn’t quite finished yet).Evernight publishing banner

I’m really happy to say that I’ve just signed a contract with Evernight Publishing. They’re going to publish my hot, m/m/f menage novella called ‘A Taste For Three‘ in August this year.

*Cue me doing spontaneous happy dancing and intermittent squeals of excitement*

I’ll post more details about the story nearer the time of its release.

It’s been a real roller coaster. I only found out they wanted the story a week ago: I’ve already done the blurb, cover art sheet and signed the contract. My head is spinning – I can’t believe how fast it’s moving. Evernight do great covers, so I can’t wait to see what they do for ‘A Taste For Three‘.

I will have a limited amount of ARC copies so if anyone wants one in exchange for an honest review, just DM me @Northerngirl76 or email me rebeccablackwords@gmail.com.  I’ll also be looking for blogs to help me blast that baby into the ether. So please get in touch if you’re interested in hosting me around the time of its release. Any support will be greatly appreciated.

Thanks for all your support and encouragement with my writing over the past 24 weeks. Every bit of feedback and every comment has helped and motivated me. You’re an awesome group of people and I feel really lucky to be a part of this little part of the net!

Rebecca x

 

Pay Back Is Sweet – I.O.U #2

Hello! You can read this as a stand alone, but it’s part #2 of something I wrote last week. It’s here if you want to read it first.

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I walk down the hall towards his office, a small smile playing around my lips as I glance at the piece of paper in my hand.

He’s not expecting me and he’ll probably be very busy, but he’ll make time for me. He won’t have any choice.

I am already feeling the evidence of my arousal between my legs, rubbing against my bra. I lift my hand and roll my hard, tight nipple between my fingers. Sparks fly, darting down the front of my body to my already wet, swollen clit. Mmm, delicious.

I come to a stop in front of his office door, wiggling my ass, enjoying the sensations between my legs.

God, I’m so ready for this.

He left me a horny mess this morning and I didn’t have the time to see to myself. I managed to wait until lunch break, that’s the best I could do. Now it’s time for him to make amends.

I open the door and walk in to see him on the phone. I kick it shut and turn the lock. He raises his eyebrows at me in question, but I don’t speak, I only walk towards his big desk and drop the piece of paper in front of him.

I’M CALLING IN MY MARKER.

I see him read it as I start to unbutton my blouse. He coughs and apologises to whoever is on the other end of the line. I can’t resist an evil grin when he looks at me and I see the dawning realisation on his gorgeous face.

I shrug out of the blouse, hanging it carefully over the back of the chair on my side of the desk. His burning eyes follow my finger as it traces the edges of the black lace covering my breasts, I dip into my cleavage then run that finger up the centre of my chest to my mouth where I suck it between my red lips. In and slowly out, dragging over my soft wet tongue.

I moan. I can’t help it.

He valiantly continues his conversation as I shimmy and step out of my skirt, but I can see his heart isn’t in it. Bless him, he seems to be stuttering and stammering quite a lot.

Walking around the desk, I stop beside his chair, I feel the laughter bubbling in my chest but bite my lip to hold it in as he turns his chair towards me giving me my first view of what I came for. His well cut trousers are bulging and straining at the zip; I’m going to undo them soon and take him out. But not quite yet – there is still time for a little more teasing first.

I take the finger that is still glistening from my mouth and trail it down my body. His eyes are glued to its movements. I circle my tummy button then continue down until it slips beneath the black lace of my knickers. I feel my silken curls and can’t resist stroking them around my finger before it moves down to the damp, warmth below.

Oh god, that feels good.

My eyes close for a moment as I rub and stroke my clit. I think he is trying to wind up the phone call, but to be honest I’m not really listening anymore.

I move lower, coating my finger in my wet, slippery arousal. Carefully, I pull it free of my knickers and open my eyes to watch as I sweep it across his open lips. Now it is his turn to close his eyes as his tongue darts out to have a taste. I watch his enjoyment and feel another piece of my control slip. I push my finger into his mouth, it tightens on me as I push it in and out. Oh yeah – I am so loving that – dirty boy.

I withdraw my finger and quickly take my knickers off. I bend a little so I can reach his trousers, unbuckling his belt quickly, undoing the button and yanking the zipper down.

I gesture for him to lift so I can tug his trousers and boxers down over his tight ass. He scrambles to comply and suddenly there he is, thick, hard and long and all mine. His cock is so hard it’s tight against his stomach, but that actually works for me.

As I straddle him I gasp when my pussy first makes contact with him. My arms go over his shoulders so I can grab hold of the chair. I am breathing hard already. God only knows what the person on the other end of the phone can hear, but I’m past caring.

My clit is pressed against his hard cock and there’s only one thing on my mind now. I can’t keep still, I rub and roll against him; use my legs to push up and down, my hips to undulate against him. I’m non-stop motion.

The phone crashes down onto the desk, his hands go to my hips, holding me, moving me as we look at each other.

“I really hope he didn’t realise what was happening, otherwise the company might have just lost a major client.” He pants, cheeks flushed.

“Couldn’t wait…been thinking about it since this morning…oh god, yeah, right there. Oh fucking hell!” My head falls back as my hips seem to gain a life of their own. His cock is slippery now, the ridges around the head keep grinding against my clit and I can’t stop. I need to come all over him.

“You are so wet for me. That’s it, use my cock. Want to see you come for me.”

“Oh yeah, now, I’m coming now. Oh it feels so good.” One arm hooks around his neck as I pull him towards me, his mouth sucking, kissing, licking my neck; hitting my sweet spot just right.

I am frantic now, my hips moving of their own volition as the sensations in my clit explode and my whole body tenses and shudders its way through an orgasm that’s been brewing for the past five hours.

It goes on and on until I feel his body jerk below me and a hissed “Yes!” hits against my skin and the hot, wet warmth between my legs makes me realise that he has reached the end too.

When I finally come around, my head is resting on his shoulder. Our breathing is starting to even out and he rolls his head my way, kissing my cheek.

“Payment never felt so good, babe.”


As always, thanks for reading. I hope you get a chance to check out the other Masturbation Monday posts over at Kayla’s site A Sexual Being.

Rebecca x