Cara Sutra Is In The Chair

Nov 24

One of the busiest and brainiest members of the erotic community has turned up at the grill today – wave your sex toys in the air for the brilliant Cara Sutra!



Who was your first famous-person crush?


Embarrassingly I used to have a thing for Noel Edmonds. Don’t ask me why! I blame the hormones. I was a very young teen and I must have sensed a weakness for older men at that early age. Don’t worry, I’ve fully recovered!


What inspired you as a child and young adult?


My grandmother. Unfortunately she passed away when I was 13, but she always stood her ground yet was incredibly kind and generous. She faced many challenges in her life and relationship but kept on giving and being loved and lovable.


You recently won the Best Erotic Journalist at the ETO awards. How did you set out on this unusual and fascinating career path?


I’m still over the moon – I feel incredibly honoured to have won this esteemed award for the CaraSutra blog two years running. When I first started, I had no idea that what I do would turn into my full time job. I began a sex blog because I saw friends who had them in the fetish and sex toy communities and for me, it was a break from homelife and being a new mum.


A few years, relationships and industry jobs down the line and Cara Sutra is a successful and growing brand and business. I’ve been 100% committed to providing an informative, engaging and erotic blog from the outset and I pour most everything (after my family & lovelife of course) into my work. It’s been a case of learning as I go, making mistakes, networking, attending events and getting involved with the industry and other sex bloggers. I’m a very lucky lady to be able to work doing what I enjoy.


The sex toy scene has exploded over the past few years (unlike the toys themselves, hopefully). Why do you think that is?


In my opinion the work that many sex experts and sexual educators worldwide are doing with regards to mythbusting and promoting sexual awareness and positivity has encouraged more people to go and buy a sex toy, be it online or on the high street. Psychological barriers are being broken the more everyone learns about how sex toys really are an accompaniment to a healthy and happy sex life, not a replacement for a partner.


As well as fantastic sex ed, the sex toys that are available have come a long way with regards to technology, design and functions. Vibrators are more powerful yet quieter, materials used are safer, there’s no need to stock up with batteries with rechargeable options now available and there are many more waterproof sex toys which can be enjoyed in the bath or shower. I’m currently reviewing the We Vibe 4 Plus which is controlled by a smart phone app. Amazing!

Most everyone wants the best sex life (alone or with a partner) that they can achieve – and as that’s the main purpose of sex toys it’s logical that their sales reflect the growing curiosity and fascination of society.


What box do you tick on those forms that ask you which sector you work in?


Usually digital marketing or freelance business. Boring, huh? They just don’t have sexual educator or sex toy tester on those sort of forms. They really should, though. I’d tick ‘em.


You’ve recently launched a range of your very own. Tell me a bit about that.


Yes, I have been very proud to launch The Cara Sutra Collection, which was revealed in February of this year to begin with the Fantasy by Cara Sutra Beginner’s Bondage Kit in a choice of black or red. It’s an amazing value, 8 piece bondage kit which comprises of everything a couple could want to fulfil their darkest, kinky fantasies.


After the explosion of Fifty Shades of Grey, the world’s interest in all things bondage skyrocketed. However, not everyone has been seduced by Fifty shades of Grey. Not only is the Fantasy by Cara Sutra Beginner’s Bondage Kit a fantastic toolbox addition for BDSM veterans and beginners alike, it’s also a wonderful alternative for those who are sick of seeing the world through a ‘Grey’ filter.


Allow an explosion of colour into your bedroom and sex life!


The Fantasy by Cara Sutra Beginner’s Bondage kit is priced at £69 and is available from a variety of stockists, including


Do you have a number one favourite toy or sexy item?


I have two top favourite sex toys: the Doxy Massager wand (so powerful) and the iGino One (so discreet and portable).


What’s sexier – bare or clothed? If clothed, what sort of clothes?


Barely clothed, I’d say. Leave a little something to the imagination. Sexy lingerie is absolutely gorgeous and coupled with a confident attitude, it’s a fast track to seduction.


Your website has gone from strength to strength over the years. What are the secrets of internet success?


Thank you. I wouldn’t and couldn’t ever claim to know the secrets of internet success, but I have picked up a few tricks and tips along the way.


  • Be consistent with your tone of voice, personality and the message you’re trying to convey.
  • Use social media as it’s amazing (especially Twitter).
  • Don’t be afraid to ask for help, nobody knows everything. You learn a lot and also reveal a human aspect to your personality which is endearing to your audience.
  • Admit when you make mistakes.
  • Be professional and courteous, and maintain good customer service regardless of whether you’re a company, writer or blogger.
  • Turn off the internet sometimes. The internet never sleeps but you need to.
  • Try not to work on weekends – again, you need a break!
  • Lists, lists and more lists. Whatever format works for you is the best one – for you. It might be Word, Google Calendar or an old fashioned notebook and pen.
  • Attempt to clear out your email inbox regularly.
  • Don’t make promises you can’t keep, and stick to any deadlines given like they’re the law.
  • Don’t report an opinion like it’s fact; be clear that it’s an opinion (especially pertinent to product reviews).
  • Know your own value but equally, be modest. Don’t give away your skills for less than they’re worth but temper this by not becoming too arrogant either. It’s a delicate balance.


Just a few things that I’ve personally learned along the route and I am still learning day by day.


What are you working on now?


I am working with between 15-20 clients helping them develop their digital marketing strategies whether that’s through consultancy with me, advertising, bundles of articles, social media support or a mixture of the above. I regularly host competitions at CaraSutra too, sponsored by industry companies, for a small fee.


Recently I have worked with companies such as ETO Magazine, Durex, LELO and Ann Summers on a variety of projects from regular columnist to sex toy expert and marketing consultant.


At the same time I am working my way through my to-do list in terms of which articles I want to personally write for CaraSutra next. I also have about 22 product reviews to be getting on with, eek!


The Cara Sutra Collection will be expanding early next year with some exciting new products. I am currently working on their design and creation as well as liaising with the manufacturers to get them made to the correct specifications.


The main thing I am working on is switching my mind off at the end of the day so that i can get a good night’s rest before the next day of sexy madness begins!

Thanks for inviting me to be a part of this brilliant Q&A, it’s been a fabulous experience.


- Cara Sutra


Thanks for coming, Cara – it’s fascinating to hear about your work, and I’m sure my readers will agree.

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Teresa Noelle Roberts Is Witching It Up

Nov 18

The reliably excellent Teresa Noelle Roberts is my guest today with a little bit of paranormal persuasion – come and enjoy some hot sex magic.

witches waves

Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different, book 4)

Out 11/18/14 from Samhain Publishing.


“The overall message is one of hope and the healing that love can help bring, w/some really hot sex […] for good measure.” four stars—Romantic Times

“This novel definitely hooked me for this series.”—From Me to You Video, Photography and Book Reviews

“Well written and full of emotional depth.”— Manic Readers


Excerpt: (A first-kiss scenario with a few twists. The two guys are ex-lovers who’ve just reunited. Meaghan, a former prisoner of the magic-monitoring Agency, has just announced she’s dying but plans to go out with a bang to save Deck’s niece from the Agency, which is taking an unhealthy interest in the infant witch/shapeshifter hybrid.)


In an attempt to hide his agitation, he turned Meaghan around in Kyle’s arms and kissed her. Kyle’s arms stayed wrapped around her, supporting her, and he could feel Kyle’s dual heat, Kyle’s desire for him—no, for both of them, just as he’d suspected—despite the difficulty of the moment.

He tried to make it a gentle, reassuring kiss, but once he tasted Meaghan’s sweet lips, the cool, oceanic waves of her power and the warmth of her unexpected desire on his skin, it was damn hard not to take it further.

His magic had its own ideas about Meaghan. Though Deck’s healing abilities were limited, the human body contained so much water he could tell if something was seriously wrong with someone. And Meaghan didn’t feel dangerously ill. Her energy seemed off-kilter, but for all he knew, simply being blind might make her energy different from most people’s because she processed information differently. Meaghan tasted of intense but friendly water magic, something else familiar and strong and a little scary, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed back, pressing her body against him. Her aura embraced him as hard as her slender arms could not. When he looked at her with witch-sight, she didn’t look fragile at all. Like Elissa, she was petite, but she packed a lot of magic and will into a small body.

Common sense and the sexual decency that every Donovan learned from an early age—a necessity when red magic, and thus the ability to seduce even without meaning to, ran in the family—kicked in. She’d been abused magically and physically; she might have been sexually abused as well. And she’d just told him she was dying. Even if he wasn’t sure the diagnosis was correct, she believed it, and it was rude to turn a gesture of comfort into one of possessiveness and lust. He pulled away, almost apologized, but decided that would be rude in itself since she’d shown every sign of enjoying the kiss. “I hope that was all right,” he said instead, surprised by how hesitant and humble his voice sounded. It wasn’t his usual style, but Meaghan threw him for a loop.

Meaghan didn’t say anything at first, but she looked up at him with huge, unseeing green eyes—it was uncanny the way she met his gaze even though she couldn’t see him, and he was pretty used to uncanny. She was smiling, her oversized aura peaceful and happy.

And heavily streaked with arousal.

Finally she spoke, and when she did, her voice was husky and amused. “All right? That was more than all right. I’m sick, but I’m not dead yet. Even my hair’s all tingly and happy. But you should kiss Kyle too. It’s only fair.”

Deck had a feeling his mouth was hanging open like an idiot.

It gaped even more when Kyle quipped, “Don’t you know about all’s fair in love and war?” He changed position, using his otter’s lithe grace, and closed his mouth over Meaghan’s.

For the first time, Deck fully understood what Kyle meant about otters always being either dominant or submissive, never just having a vanilla good time. Kyle crushed Meaghan to him, one hand gripping the hair at the back of her neck and pulling her face up to meet his, the other grasping her ass. “You’re not going to die,” Kyle whispered fiercely. “I won’t allow it.” And then he kissed Meaghan as if he could breathe his own life energy into her body with the power of his kiss. As if he were practicing his own form of red magic and hoped to heal with it.

Which would be an impressive trick. Duals with magical abilities were so rare they weren’t even a statistical blip, but in that moment, Deck could believe Kyle could do magic by sheer force of will, like a sorcerer, using a dual’s innate stubbornness and gift for imagery rather than a sorcerer’s web of words. He just hoped Kyle wouldn’t accidentally injure Meaghan. Deck loved Kyle’s intense physicality but a petite, sick woman might find it hard to take.

Deck poised to intervene if necessary, but Meaghan moaned and curved her body to meet Kyle’s, melding to Kyle as sweetly and willingly as she had to him. The red streaks in her aura flared even brighter.

Deck was a little envious of the response, but also of Kyle’s passion that had provoked it. If Deck had a sexually submissive streak, he’d never found it, but he was a sucker for a touch of rough possessiveness. A kiss like that one would definitely get him going, even if it ended with him wrestling Kyle into a playful submission they’d both enjoy.

Now that was a hot thought.

And once they’d taken the edge off with each other, they could turn their attention to Meaghan. That way, they might both be able to hold back enough to pleasure her without leaving the wrong kind of marks, either physical or psychological. Neither Meaghan’s illness nor her dark past seemed to hamper her ability to experience pleasure, but they’d have to be careful with her. More gentle than either of them were inclined to be by nature.

No. It was wrong to think about a kinky threesome with someone who might be dying.

At the moment he couldn’t remember why it was wrong. Meaghan deserved to have some fun, given that her life had been sucktastic so far and might be short. He might be all kinds of a fuckup, but his lovers had never complained about his abilities in bed. His reliability outside the bedroom, sure, but not his sexual prowess. And Kyle was a wild ride. But it still seemed to go against Donovan ethics to hit on a dying woman.


Buy links: Samhain /Amazon / Amazon UK / B&N Nook / Kobo



The ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.

Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 4

Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.

When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.

Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.

When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.


Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recovery.


Series blurb:

Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting duals are treated as second-class citizens. The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.

And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one dual for sex magic is two of them!




Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries are her favorites. Or they were until she discovered that SF romance offers new possibilities for wild sex, imaginative adventure and love beyond boundaries, so she’s added that sub-genre to her repertoire. Oh, and she’s also half of the writing team known as Sophie Mouette, writing mostly light-hearted spicy romances (with occasional forays into erotica).


Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, medieval re-creation, playing in the ocean, cooking, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat.  She’d enjoy sleeping, too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!


She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and two overstuffed cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.


Find Teresa at, like her on Facebook at or follow on Twitter, where she’s @TeresNoeRoberts.

And check out her alter ego Sophie at


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A.M. Hartnett Is Breaking Through

Nov 14

It’s time, guys and dolls! Time to get carried away with A.M. Hartnett – don’t fight it. You know you want it.


Hello again, gorgeous. We met, what over a year ago? Ah, I remember that moment so fondly:


For a couple of hours she worked only on what couldnt wait, then slipped her Dictaphone in one ear while she waited for Caroways summons. She had just begun to record a second round of minutes when tall, blond and gorgeous walked through the glass doors.


Jesus ever-loving Christ.


The man shifted his briefcase from one hand to another and smiled down on her. Simon Reeve. Hughs expecting me.


Fox indeed.


For the first time since things had gone south with Taureau, Grace found herself getting wet at her desk.


Welcome, Mr Reeve. Mr Caroway is on a call right now, but if you have a seat Ill just pop in and let him know youre here.


Grace rose from her desk and kept one eye on him as she headed towards Caroways door. Rarely did she play with her bosss direct colleagues, but she was willing to make an exception for Simon Reeve.


He was impeccably groomed and polished. Just the sight of him fussing with his cuffs as he dropped onto the loveseat adjacent to her desk brought to mind a man who enjoyed using his hands.


On her shoulders, maybe? In her hair? Holding her skirt around her waist with one while rubbing her through her panties with the other?



Simon Reeve. Easy on the eyes, always on the move, always working, always oozing charm. In The Deep End you served one purpose, and that was to further Jacques Taureau’s long-distance pursuit of Grace. In other words, you were her stud.


I didn’t plan on meeting you again after that first book, but you’re a sneaky bastard. You weren’t done with me yet. You walked right into Holding My Breath. Molly and Quinn needed a third man in their bed, and since you were so accommodating to Grace in The Deep End, how dare I even think about giving anyone else the job.


She turned back just as Simons gaze lifted to her face. His expression was clear: show me what you have in your bag of tricks.



Leaning forward and grasping his shoulders, she straddled him, calves tucked between his thighs and the sofa, ass perched on his knees.


You are a saucy boy, she cooed, sliding her hands to where his shirt split at the neck.


Can you blame me for wanting to know what youre made of?


He slid both hands over her hips. His were softer than Quinns and not as demanding as he ran them over her bare ass and up her back to tug at her bra.


Youd be surprised what Im made of, she said quietly, and leaned forward as he descended once more. His touch wasnt so gentle as he clasped both cheeks and lifted her. It seemed to her as his fingertips dug into pliant flesh that he was challenging not only her but also Quinn.


Look at what I’m doing to your girl.


Yeah, yeah, I got the hint. You wanted to have your say. You wanted your story told. You’re more than just a nice suit and a big cock. You’ve got demons you can’t shake, and you’ve got your eye on that cute brunette you found shivering in the parking garage.


That sly grin appeared as he stretched the hot mouth. He withdrew and smeared her juices along his cock, and his gaze moved slowly back to her face as he tugged the skin until it glistened.


Miranda pushed up onto one elbow and crooked her finger over her pussy. How about that kiss?


Lucky for you I dont have any make-up to smear. Not that I minded when I did wear make-up.


Some gender-bending in our youth, Mr Reeve?


He looked devilish as he bowed between her legs and made a cradle beneath her ass. If you want to call it that. I was more pseudo-punk-meets-pseudo-goth for a time.


Poser, she murmured, then hummed as he gave her the point of his tongue.


A kiss, indeed. This was a passionate cinch of lips against lips, tongue probing and gathering moisture from the haven within, then sliding between her folds as he fucked his fingers in and out of her pussy.


You are so good, she whispered with a breathy laugh.


He didnt stop. As he fluttered his tongue against the electric underside of her clit, his eyes beckoned her to keep talking, to keep stroking his ego like he stroked her.


Settling back on her elbows, Miranda pressed her feet on the edge of the platform and worked her hips in time with his tongue.


All right, Mr Bossy-Pants. You’ve got your book. You’ve got your girl. You’ve got your happy ending. Now can I have my life back?




Breaking Through: A Carried Away Novel


Simon Reeve is charming, sly, and a man who can make things happen. But a foray into the dirty world of politics has left him with a tarnished reputation.


Sharing the responsibility for her orphaned nephew with a feckless sister and putting her own ambitions on hold, Miranda is barely keeping her head above water. She’s never taken a man home before, but there’s something about Simon’s haunted eyes and easy smile that’s irresistible, and once in bed he opens her up to heart-pounding heights she never imagined she’d experience.


As they grow closer, two people who thought they knew who they were and where they were going learn to see themselves in each other. For Simon, it means becoming the man Miranda needs him to be. For Miranda, it means realizing she’s more woman than her crushing little world has allowed her to be.


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Learn more about the entire Carried Away series at




“I always look forward to what A.M. Hartnett is going to say next. This is the truth. Whether in an email, a blog post, on Twitter, or in one of her erotic stories, I am always curious to see what Hartnett will come up with. She’s got me on the edge of my seat (in more ways than one)” — Alison Tyler, author Dark Secret Love.


A.M. Hartnett began writing erotica upon receiving what, at the time, she considered very bad advice from a career counselor. Since 2006, her short stories have appeared on the web and in various anthologies, including Kristina Wright’s Best Erotic Romance series and Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Curvy Girls.

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Frank Noir Is In The Chair

Nov 10


Bringing a touch of darkness to the grill, we have Frank Noir, all the way from Germany today. Welcome, Frank!

1.      What was the first book you fell in love with?
When I was a teenager (and probably before that), I read lots and lots of sci-fi. And I distinctly remember coming across Kurt Vonnegut’s “Cat’s Cradle”. It puzzled me because, yes – it was definitely sci-fi – but also something else – and somehow very different from anything I ever read before. That was the beginning of a deep appreciation of Vonnegut’s books.
2.      Have you ever written a story inspired by music or art?
Strangely, no.
I enjoy art and (especially) music very much. I’ve sometimes writing a story based on a song like the British band Pulp’s “Girlfriends” or some erotic-themed renaissance painting.
I don’t know why I’ve never done it – perhaps the biggest challenge is to make the story enjoyable for readers who don’t know the source of inspiration.
3.      Why did you decide to start writing erotica?
Personally, I tend to describe my writing as pornography – not erotica. Erotica implies something subtle – and I strive to be as graphic as possible.
I remember that I always loved writing, even as a child. And as I entered puberty and started having sexual fantasies, I found that writing them down enchanced the pleasure. I was turned on – and still am – both by the process of writing them down and by reading them afterwards.
Some years later, the internet came along – and I began publishing erotic stories online. First on Usenet groups like, later on sites like Literotica and Stories Online.
The positive feedback I got from readers encouraged me to write more – and eventually publish my works in the form of ebooks.
4-      Who is Frank Noir?
First of all: Frank Noir is a pseudonym. In my day job I’m self-employed – and I’m afraid that some of my clients might be put off if they find out that I also write rough, BDSM-tinged pornography.
But here are some clues to the man behind the mask:
I’m a male in my fifties. I was born in Denmark and started writing in Danish, but when the internet offered a chance to reach an inernational audience, I began writing mainly in English. Today I own a flat in Berlin and work as a web developer. I also dabble in music and songwriting (under my real name).
5.      What kind of stories do you write?
My main turn-on is what the sex story websites refer to as “reluctance”. That is, (usually) a woman being forced to have sex with one or more men – but eventually deriving pleasure from it.
My stories mainly focus on the sex. But I always take care to provide a minimum of plot and an interesting setting. I find it much more exciting if the sex takes place under unusual and surprising circumstances – if possible breaking some kind of taboo as well. Two people having sex in a bedroom is probably the least interesting scenario to read about.
Also, I find dialogue to be very arousing. I try to describe the sex as graphically as possible – but what the characters say (moan, scream) to each other is what really make them and the action come alive.
6.      Do you have a five year plan for your writing career?
No. I took a break from writing a few years ago – and now I’m just writing as a hobby, to see where it goes. I only write when I feel like it and have the time – which means my output is rather limited. To make a living out of my writing I would need to adopt a more work-like attitude, and even then the competition would be hard – there are so many prolific and talented erotica writers around. Currently, I’m quite happy in my little niche, getting the occasional feedback from readers who enjoy my work.
7..      Are your stories influenced by where you live?
Yes and no. I currently live in Berlin, used to live in Copenhagen, and frequently travel to London and Paris. And my stories usually take place in an urban environment (although I take care not to name any actual city). I often get my inspiration from walking down a street and imagining a setting for an unexpected sexual encounter. The “alienation” of the big city (strangers interacting with strangers) make for great sexual tension – and most of the sex in my stories evolve out of chance encounters between complete strangers.
8.      Tell me about your latest piece of work.
I recently finished a short story in my native Danish (for a local website), then translated it into English as “Little Thief”. It is about a woman getting caught stealing in a sex shop and getting “punished” by a passing policeman, while the shopkeeper watches. The elements of domination and voyeurism are quite typical of my work.
9-      What’s the ideal setting for one of your stories?
Like I said, the starting point is usually complete strangers meeting in an unnamed city – preferably an unlikely location for sex – in the street, in an elevator, in a shop…
Also, I prefer the sex to be somewhat taboo. There should preferably be a reason why these people should not have sex – and the sex only happens because one or more of the characters is overwhelmed by desire. My tagline used to be “what happens when lust takes over” and that is still the kind of situation I’m interested in.
10.  What are you working on now?
I’m always jotting down new ideas – most of them for short stories, a few for novels/novellas. And I’m currently working on a couple of short stories simultaneously (like I always tend to do).
I’d like to get a new novel/novella going soon – but my next published work will most likely be another collection of short stories in my “Tales of Lust” series.

Frank Noir – pornographic author

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Five Years of Misbehaviour

Nov 08

I should have posted this last month, because the Black Lace Misbehaviour anthology came out in October 2009. But I’m late, and generally not really with it, so here it is now.




It’s subtitled A Collection of Women Up To No Good, and the protagonist of my story, Office Sex, which kicks off proceedings, certainly doesn’t have virtue on her mind.

You can pretty much guess from the title what it’s about. I originally called it In The Stationery Cupboard, which is even more of a giveaway. Some interesting uses are found for Tipp-Ex and staple guns.

I was pleased to see the book come out because, as with the previous Black Lace anthology, I’d been worried that it might disappear in the wake of the imprint’s decision to shut up shop. Relief, rather than excitement, was the predominant emotion.

Joining me in my relief – and between the covers of the book – were: Janine Ashbless, Gwen Masters, ADR Forte, Alegra Verde, Eva Hore, Rhiannon Leith, Portia Da Costa, Jennie Treverton, Sommer Marsden, Chrissie Bentley, Kimberley Dean and Charlotte Stein.

If you want to give it a read, it’s still available for Kindle, though no longer as a paperback, from Amazon.

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Sallyanne Rogers Is In The Chair

Nov 03

But she won’t be in it for long – Sallyanne will be jumping up to jingle some bells and bang some sticks. I’ll let her explain it….Welcome, Sallyanne!

  1. Who was your first famous-person crush?

Actually it was Scott Tracy in Thunderbirds when I was five. I was terribly upset when I worked out he was a puppet. I think the next one after that was Brian Connolly of The Sweet.

  1. What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?

I was a seriously book-mad kid, and I read anything and everything – still do, really. Looking back, when I first started writing, I think my main influences were Ed McBain, HP Lovecraft, Jackie and My Guy magazine, Michael Moorcock, 2000AD comic and a book called While My Guitar Gently Weeps, by Paul Breeze (which no one but me ever seems to have heard of, but I was obsessed with it – it’s a novel about a guitarist hunting down the people who ruined his career).

  1. What made you turn your hand to writing erotica?

I was writing articles for Penthouse, Forum and For Women – and writing non-erotic (and unpublishable) fiction in my spare time. It sort of dawned on me after a while that I could actually have a go at combining these things and write some erotic fiction.

  1. Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?

Yes, quite a few. The first novel I had published (under a different name) was hugely influenced by Earth Vs The Wildhearts, particularly the last track on the album which was, in my head, playing on the soundtrack of a key scene. I currently have a short story in an anthology which was initially inspired by Bryan Hyland’s Sealed With A Kiss. Though again that’s published under my other name…

  1. Do you think where you live has influenced what you write?

Hmm. Yes and no. I’ve always lived in Greater London so a lot of my stuff is set broadly in London or at least in a city setting. My characters tend to do things like travel on night buses and have a choice of clubs to go to if they want a night out.

  1. Your latest book, Spring In My Step, is about morris dancers. Could you explain, for those people who aren’t quite seeing it yet, the erotic allure of morris dancing?

OK, Spring In My Step did start out as a bit of a jokey challenge – ‘RIght, my next book is going to be about sex and morris dancing!';but that was partly because I am a morris dancer – and I used to be in Prince Albert Morris, which was the BDSM morris team. Dancing is sexy, end of. People who are good dancers are attractive – it’s all about being comfortable with your own body, aware of your body and having a good sense of rhythm. To be fair, one of the minor themes in the book is ‘oh well, loads of people think morris dancing is all beardy men with beer guts’ and I wanted to address that a bit as well as telling a good, sexy story. I think it’s worked.

  1. Do you prefer to write dominant or submissive characters?

Well, both, because you can’t really have one without the other, can you? However, I do prefer to write about dominant women. Even when I’m not writing anything kinky, my heroines tend to go on top – and be reasonably tough and competent. I have no problem with other people’s kinks and preferences, but I’m more inclined to be dominant myself when it comes to actually doing sex – and I am a little bit bored with the trope of All-Women-Really-Want-To-Be-Dominated, so I don’t write it.

  1. What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?

Something she feels good in. And if she’s definitely intent on having sex rather than just hoping to pull, she’ll be wearing something that’s relatively easy to remove or at least unfasten enough to get down to business if she and the other characters are too excited to make it to the bedroom and get naked. I’m ever so practical.

  1. What word choices completely turn you off when reading erotica?

Crass euphemisms like ‘love truncheon’ or ‘shaven haven.’ I absolutely love reading the Viz Profanisaurus, but anyone using that sort of terminology in erotic fiction would annoy me. And I have a violent, raging antipathy to the phrase ‘making love’ when you mean ‘fucking’.

  1. What are you working on now?

I’ve been working on a novel about a woman who rediscovers the man who dumped her years ago and sets out to get her revenge. But I’ve also been vaguely threatening to write one about sex and model railway enthusiasts, on the grounds that if anyone can do it, I probably can.


Yessss! Bring on the model trainspotters! Thank you, Sallyanne, for a great interview.

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K D Grace Is In The Chair

Oct 27

I was a bit worried K D might have been spirited away in a paranormal fog this month, as she has had her finger on the spooky pulse lately – but phew! She’s still here, and she’s bringing her seasonal self to the grill. Anyone for pumpkin? Welcome, KD!

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Thanks SO much for having me over for a good grilling, Justine! It’s always so much fun to chat with you! Like most writers, it seems we never have quite enough time to talk shop and catch up.


Who was your first famous-person crush?


Oh God, Justine, that’s a cruel question. SO age-revealing. I was in love with Neil Diamond. Still am a little bit, whenever I hear the man sing. If I was awake, I was listening to his music. Sometimes I even let him sing me to sleep J


What writers inspired you as a child and young adult?


My very favourite writer as a young adult was Fred Saberhagen. I adored his novel, Empire of the East, and it’s still one of my favourites. I also loved Leon Uris. (Not teen fare, I know, but I’m convinced most teens like to read above what’s written for them) I read every book Uris wrote in those sullen angsty years when I wanted to ‘feel’ the pain of the world and wasn’t quite old enough for it to be real to me yet. These days I’ve felt enough of it to prefer reading more escapist stuff.


What made you turn your hand to writing erotica?


Lots of rejection letters! I never wanted to write romance, and really most of my erotica is romance, but I couldn’t manage to sell anything else. That was back in the day when romance was a lot less acceptable than it is now and erotica … well no one even talked about it. (I finally gave up and accepted that I’m a romantic to the core and I can live with that) I always found writing sex easy, so I wrote a story for Scarlet Magazine (sadly now defunct) and they bought it and sent me a cheque! MUCH better than getting a rejection letter! Then I wrote my first story for Black Lace, which came out in the very same anthology your first erotica came out in, Liaisons! I remember reading your story, ‘Advanced Corsetry’and being totally enthralled! It’s still one of my fave short stories!


Have any of your books/stories/scenes been inspired by a song or piece of music?


I wrote a story called ‘Stones’ for a wonderful anthology Lucy Felthouse edited called Romancing the Myth. You also did a lovely story for that one as well, based on Tristan and Isolde, if I remember right. We’ve kept company in a lot of fun anthologies, Ms. Elyot J


Anyway I’ve always been intrigued by the Medusa myth. I’ve always felt that she got a raw deal as far as the truth of her story went. So I wrote ‘Stones’ based on what might happen if Medusa were alive and well and living in a decaying mansion in Southern California. Neil Diamond’s song, ‘Stones,’ inspired that story.


Stones would play inside her head,

and where she slept, they made her bed.

She would ache for love and get stones.


Do you think where you live has influenced what you write?


Oh massively! Place may be the most important element in all of my novels. Certainly my Lakeland Witches Trilogy is powerfully dependent on place. I adore the English Lake District, and though I don’t live there, I go there several times a year to walk the fells, and I feel that I know it better than I know my home here in Surrey. Certainly it lends itself more to the paranormal. My Grace Marshall Executive Decisions Trilogy and my novel, The Pet Shop, are all connected to the years I lived in Oregon and my experiences there. I think I’d find it very difficult to write a story about a place that I didn’t feel strongly connected to in some way.


You’ve written erotica of many shades, from gentler hot romance (as Grace Marshall) to the full on steaminess of The Initiation of Ms Holly and The Pet Shop. Which are you most comfortable with?


To be honest, of all the erotica I’ve written, I’ve been most comfortable with the paranormal Lakeland Witches trilogy. I think that’s because I like being able to somehow bring the magic of sexuality to life in story. However, I’ve always been a plot and character driven writer. For me the sex has always needed to serve a purpose in story, and in the early days when the standard rule was to have a sex scene every 2K, which was the case when I wrote Holly and Pets, it was more of a challenge to make sure the sex served a purpose and wasn’t just plopped in to titillate. Mind you, I have nothing at all against titillating. In fact, I quite like to titillate. But I’m a storyteller first and foremost and there’s no greater compliment a reader can pay me than to say that while the sex was hot, it was the story that kept them reading. I suppose that’s a long-winded way of saying, the story rules and the sex gives the story texture and colour.


If you were forced to choose between contemporary and paranormal genres, which would you stick with?


Paranormal, hands down! I LOVED writing the Lakeland Witches Trilogy and I’m writing a serial called Demon Interrupted on my blog right now that’s Ferris’ story. Ferris is one of the intriguing secondary characters in the Lakeland Trilogy. I love the escapism of paranormal and I love the extra dimensions it gives to the sex scenes. The Lakeland witches practice sex magic. That’s where their power comes from. One of the members is a succubus. She gains strength from sex. Sex as magic has always intrigued me, and I love to read about it and write about it. I would love very much to revisit the world of Medusa that I’ve created in ‘Stones’ to see where that leads me.


What’s your heroine wearing when she’s bent on seduction?


Either a high-powered business suit with pencil skirt and stomp-you-hard high pumps or walking trousers and boots. Depending. Sometimes gardening clothes … often gardening clothes. It’s amazing how often my heroines get down and dirty al-fresco J


You and I started publishing at around the same time. I feel I’ve seen enormous changes in those five years. Which do you think are the most significant?


I think the most significant change is that erotica is coming into its own. AND it’s joining the mainstream more and more. I forgot to mention this in the question about paranormal or contemporary erotica, but one of the things I’ve noticed is that you can get away with a lot more erotically in a paranormal novel than you can in a contemporary novel. A perfect example of that is J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series.


Having said that, I think erotica of all types gets a lot more respect and gets taken a lot more seriously than it used to. There’s still a long way to go, mind you, but one of the things that I see in paranormal romance, in particular is that erotica is being absorbed, which I think is wonderful! I’d love to see that happen completely, to the point that erotica is no longer ‘separated out’ because it’s ‘nasty,’ but to the point that sexuality and the celebration of it and exploration of it is simply accepted and expected as a part of every other genre, just as sex is a part of all life.


What are you working on now?


I’ve just finished the first draft of To Rome with Lust, which is a naughty, quirky, olfactory romp of book, and the third novel in The Mount Series. It’s been so much fun to write because the focus is on the sense of smell much more than anything else I’ve ever written, and that has made it a bit of a challenge. I think Liza Calendar and Paulo Delacour will do their part to carry on the series that Rita Holly started and Elsa Crane and Nick Chase continued. To Rome with Lust will be out late this autumn.


Thanks again for having me over, Justine! It’s always a pleasure!  Xx

To Rome with Lust



A Lakeland Witches Story




Ferris Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven family, apart?



In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of her attention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.


She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he came to her. The man seldom slept — and him not even a ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise.


How he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.


‘Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.


She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.


His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back.


‘Do you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew that too.  His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome edition to the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.


Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.


His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.


‘There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way, the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now –’ his words were little more than a rush of breath ‘–I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate clouds.


In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.


But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself, easing her open with his knees and his hips.


‘I need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen.


‘A need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.




Link Here to Episode One of Demon Interrupted: Perchance to Dream.


If you want to know more about the Elemental Coven’s sexy adventures, check out the Lakeland Heatwave Trilogy: Body Temperature and Rising, Riding the Ether and Elemental Fire.





About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

Winner of ETO’s Best Erotic Writer Award for 2014, K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

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Great to have you here, K D! And some fantastic answers. I think Stones is still my favourite of all your stories – just breathtaking. Happy Hallowe’en!



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