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It’s great to be featured here on Cara Sutra! A little about me. I’m a UK based erotic romance author. Before letting my imagination run riot with the written word I worked as a nurse in London. But after a move to the countryside I found the time and the headspace to put down all the raunchy stories I had spinning around my imagination onto paper.
I was lucky enough to win first place in the LoveHoney Award for Erotic Fiction with the first steamy piece I tried my hand at. I now have over 70 pieces of published work, 30 of which are novels. I’m a real floozy when it comes to the sub-genres and flit around from ménage a trois and suspense to paranormal and cougar. I’m equally unfaithful when it comes to pairings and love to write male/female, male/male and just about any combination of three, four or more in a bed.
I still have many more stories bursting to get out, hot hunks who go after what they want, sexy heroines who enjoy the chase and combined with a whole host of dynamics, scenarios and lusty encounters along the way, you’ll be sure to find something you enjoy on my shelves, though be warned, you’ll have to hold on tight I like to explore and delight in every erotic detail.
Blurb for Toy Boy
Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
Excerpt from Toy Boy
I forgot to feel shy about my nakedness and stepped under the tumble of water. It was too hot, so I set it cooler. I held my face up to the stream and shut my eyes. The water sluicing down my body was refreshing and tingly. It soaked through my hair, penetrating to my scalp.
I startled slightly when Sullivan slipped his hands around my waist and slotted in behind me.
“Got room for me?” he asked.
“Of course.” I spun within his arms.
He kissed me—a wet, hot kiss—and pulled me near. His cock nudged my belly, his thighs pressed against mine and our toes touched.
I pressed closer. I couldn’t get close enough.
He groaned, tangled his hands in my hair and deepened the kiss.
The water made our bodies slide together in a sexy, slippery way.
“This is my dreams come true,” Sullivan said, holding my face in his hands. “All those times we talked about being like this, together, no miles between us.”
“Now not even an inch.”
“Exactly.” He smiled. “Do you remember that time we talked about…?” He pressed his lips together.
I knew exactly what he was going to say. It was on my mind, too. That time we’d talked dirty, late at night, he’d described me giving him a blow job in the shower. “Yes, I remember.” I watched the water drip from his brow, his nose, his chin. “I remember what you said.”
“I remember what you said, too.”
I smiled and reached between our bodies. I took his shaft into my hand and gently squeezed.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he said, his lips parting and his eyelids half shutting.
“You want more?”
“I want everything you can give me—in bed, in this shower, in life.”
I smoothed up to the tip of his cock and ran my fingers around the rim beneath his glans. “Shall we start with the shower?”
“Suits me.” He moved back and rested his shoulders against the tiled wall. Looked down. “Kay…”
I cupped his balls with my free hand and rolled them gently. They were heavy and coated in sparse, wiry hair.
He groaned. “Fuck, seeing you touch me, feeling it…” He shut his eyes and tipped his head back. “Don’t expect much on the stamina front.”
I tipped forward and took his left nipple into my mouth. It was small and pert and tensed when I flicked my tongue over it. I worked his cock at the same time, stroking it root to tip with long, firm movements.
He rested his hands on my shoulders. A tremble went through him.
“So,” I said, kissing up to the hollow of his throat, my lips skimming over his necklace. “Are you going to tell me to do it?”
“Do what?” he murmured.
“What you said in the fantasy, on the phone.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me. His wet lashes were spiked into dark triangles and his pupils, huge. “What?”
“Don’t you remember?”
It was clear his brain was struggling to register, then a slow smile curved his mouth and rounded his cheeks. “Oh, yeah…” He pressed on my shoulders, not lots, just a gentle exertion of pressure. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Oh God, those words. So sexy, so illicit.
“With pleasure,” I managed.
I allowed him to press me down, folded my knees on the hard shower base and found my face level with his cock.
No wonder I’d had to concentrate on relaxing last night. It was in proportion to the rest of his body—big.
He lifted his hands from my shoulders and, with meticulous care, moved the wet strands of hair that had plastered themselves to my cheeks.
I waited for him to finish in a half-mesmerized state, gently pumping his shaft and caressing his balls. Saliva pooled at the base of my mouth and my pussy clenched. I remembered this dirty conversation so well. Had relived it in my head a hundred times afterward.
When he’d moved the hair from my face, he bunched it into a ponytail and held it tight at my nape.
I looked up at him.
He was stunning. His jaw unshaven, his hair clinging to the edges of his cheeks and his eyes dark with desire and need. His breaths were coming fast and shifting his chest, his abdomen a row of taut muscles and his body hair stuck against his flesh, each individual hair obvious.
“Open up,” he said, water flooding down his face and touching his lips as he spoke. “Suck me, Kay.” He planted his feet a little wider and bent his knees.
I didn’t need telling twice. I opened up and let him slide his cock between my lips. I shaped my mouth around him, pulling him in and cupping the underside of his shaft with my tongue. My saliva turned his wet flesh to a warm, silky texture as the blunt tip smoothed over my palate.
He pulled out a little.
I kept working him with my hands.
“Ah, yeah, baby. So good.” He tightened his grip on my makeshift ponytail.
The pull on my scalp sent shots of arousal darting through me. They went to my nipples, my clit, my belly. I shut my eyes and reveled in every sensation.
He eased in again. I took him. He pulled out.
Soon, I lost myself in the shallow fucking of my mouth. He was considerate. Despite the fact he had a good hold on me and could shove deeper if he wanted to, he didn’t.
He groaned and the noise echoed around the cubicle. It was a rich, sexy sound that spurred me on. I upped the pace and he followed my lead.
I found the tiny bit of skin that led from his shaft to his glans, no thicker than a thread, and I fretted it steadily.
“Ah, Kay, that’s it, there, with your tongue…ah fuck.” He adjusted his stance, locking his knees.
I opened my eyes and stared at his pubic hair splattered against his body.
“It’s here, fuck, baby…” He cried out, a fevered, frenzied shout that grew louder then trailed into a groan.
I sucked, bobbed, and imagined that I could feel the cum traveling up his shaft. It then burst into my mouth, thick and warm.
“Oh, God…” he groaned, thrusting his hips and slotting his cock deeper into my throat.
I fought my gag, swallowing his pleasure. I stroked his shaft with my hands, my tongue. I fondled his balls, swiping my finger over the soft patch of skin behind them.
My heart was clattering, my body buzzing. The taste of him, the sound, the feel of his release, was almost enough to ignite another orgasm of my own.
Blurb for Breathe You In
Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.
If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.
Excerpt from Breathe You In
We fell into our hotel room. Ruben kicked the door shut and dropped the key to the floor. Next thing I knew I was up against the wall, my wrists held above me in just one of his hands. He was staring down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathed fast.
“Tell me this is it,” he said, palming my left breast through my dress with his free hand.
“Yes, this is it,” I panted.
“You and me?”
“Yes, you and me.”
He smiled, not in his usual sweet way but in a downright predatory way. “And what do you want?”
Excitement and anticipation swirled in my belly. Between my legs I was buzzing for attention. “You, Ruben. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
He gritted his teeth, but only briefly because then he caught my mouth in a wild kiss.
I pushed against him as he drove me harder into the wall with his body. There was nothing weak about him. He had me held tight with his chest, his belly and legs all taut with muscle and his lust as powerful as any force I’d ever known.
I matched him kiss for kiss, looped my right leg around one of his. Tried to move my arms but couldn’t.
“Like this,” he said, suddenly releasing me and spinning me to face the long mirror next to us. “Bend over. Put your arms out.”
I stooped and pressed my palms onto the cool surface. He yanked my short dress up to my waist and tugged my knickers off. Cool air washed over my bum and legs.
His movements were swift, precise and within seconds, his cock was nudging at my pussy from behind.
Spreading my legs to make his entry easier, I watched in the mirror as he concentrated on his task, his hair flopping forward and his tie hanging loose, tapping against the small of my back.
But he didn’t penetrate me with his cock. Instead, he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
I shunted forward and gasped, the filling as sweet as it was intense.
“So wet for me,” he said, withdrawing then pushing back in, just teasing my G-spot the way he was so damn expert at. “You’re perfect for me.”
I forced myself to continue watching his reflection. He was tall and wide, looming behind me. Still wearing his suit it seemed extra sexy, extra forbidden that we’d snuck away from the celebrations to satisfy our sudden carnal urges.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said, fingering me, “or your sexy pussy.”
“Mmm…oh yes…but…” I needed more stimulation so let go of the mirror and searched out my clit.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he said, pushing me away, “that’s my job.” He took over with his free hand, working and rubbing, building me up.
I locked my knees and whimpered a complaint when he removed his fingers but then braced as he pushed his cock into me that first inch.
He gripped my left hip, kept working my clit. “I’m in heaven when I’m in you,” he said, sinking balls deep, and a long, low grunt of pleasure erupting from him.
“Me too,” I gasped. “When you’re in me.”
Palms still on the mirror, I took him all, so deep he nudged right up to my cervix. I adored this position, I’d forgotten how much, and being able to see the bliss on his face as he withdrew then thrust back in was sublime.
He held me tight. I was a little unstable, my concentration wavering from my legs to my pussy. An orgasm was blooming. His fingers were wicked, unrelenting, feeding a pressure in my clit that was demanding more, more, more.
“Ruben,” I gasped. “Oh, God.”
I didn’t know how I managed to stay on my feet as the coiling wave of bliss unraveled through me. Ruben had me pretty well held at my hips and the mirror supported me a little, but still, I felt as if I were crumbling, floating. I bucked for more, jerked away. It was so much and the intensity stole my breath.
My climax crested and rolled, and I opened my eyes again, concentrated on Ruben’s reflection.
“Ah, yeah, squeeze me like that,” he said, releasing my clit then clutching both my hips. “It’s gonna make me come…ah…ah…” He tipped his face to the ceiling, closed his eyes and buried himself to the root. “Fuck, yeah…” He sucked in a deep breath. His tie settled for a second, and his chest expanded beneath his clothes.
His orgasm looked and sounded beautiful, and I knew I’d never get enough of seeing and hearing it. We were meant to be, Ruben and I. We were in perfect synchrony to weave love and time together.
He pulled out, slowly, then pushed back into me, a tremor traveling over his body and into mine.
There’d probably be bruises on my hips tomorrow but I’d wear them with pride. The way he’d enjoyed the scratch marks I’d left on his back.
“I just want to stay like this all night,” he said, releasing my hip and pushing his hair from his eyes.
“Nice thought… Mmm…” I moaned as he slid almost out then pushed in again, my tender, swollen flesh hugging his cock.
He smoothed his hands over my bare buttocks. “You have such a sexy arse. Why haven’t we done it like this before?”
“I’m sure there’s lots of things we haven’t done yet.”
“Shall we make a list?” He caught my gaze in the mirror.
“That could work.”
Blurb for Dark Warrior
While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep.
Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik.
Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he?
No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night.
Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them.
Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.
Excerpt from Dark Warrior
They stared at each other, both panting, both hanging on.
“Malik.” Leo gasped. “I don’t understand.”
“Yes you do,” he said, running his palm down Leo’s back before cupping his right buttock. “I want you, and judging from that hard-on you got yesterday when I was touching you, you want me too.”
“Fuck, yes. I do. But I didn’t know you were gay.”
Malik appeared confused. “Why would you? I don’t tell anyone when I’m here. In Nairobi—when I worked there—I didn’t hide it so much, but here…” He paused and shook his head. “The elders would not understand how a man could fuck another man. The act doesn’t procreate so it is of no use. It is a sin.”
Leo slid his hand up the column of Malik’s neck and touched the pulse beating strongly beneath the surface. He then ran the pad of his thumb over Malik’s plump bottom lip, the way he’d been dreaming of doing for days.
It was soft and damp and pliant beneath his touch. “How a man could fuck another man,” he said and smiled. “I like hearing you say the word fuck. It’s so sexy coming from your beautiful mouth.”
“Fuck,” Malik said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Leo grinned then kissed him, letting him know with his mouth how much he wanted him—how desirable he found Malik and how much it meant to him that he’d come to confess how he felt and what he wanted.
His cock was growing hard again, straining at his loose sweatpants. A familiar tug of need pulled at his bollocks. He closed the distance between him and Malik. Pressing up against him, he shoved his erection into Malik’s abdomen.
Malik groaned and squeezed Leo’s arse, hard. “Ouch,” Leo muttered. “Sting.”
“Sorry,” Malik said, pulling back and carefully smoothing both of his hands over Leo’s buttocks. “I forgot that your cute backside has been injured. How are your stings?”
“Good.” Malik gently backed Leo up to the wall, pushing his shoulders then touching his hips to align him with the brickwork.
Leo went with it, enjoying being positioned and enjoying having Malik’s hands on him.
Unlike yesterday, when Malik had treated his stings, Leo was now facing into the room with his back, bum and heels touching the wall. Malik stood at his side, all dark, brooding and handsome.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Leo—not yet anyway,” he whispered.
A knot of disappointment wound in Leo’s belly. His cock was still surging forward but he was completely unashamed of the fact that his trousers appeared to have a tent pole in them. He needed to get some kind of relief, some kind of satisfaction. He’d go mad if he didn’t. He was sure of it.
“I have never been with a white boy,” Malik said. “Never wanted to—until now, that is.”
Malik stroked the back of his knuckles down Leo’s cheek. “Have you ever been with a black man?”
“Er, no, no I don’t think so.” Leo was struggling to think straight. He wanted Malik to get his cock out and give it some attention.
“You don’t think so.” Malik let out a sharp laugh. “You would remember if you had.”
“I mean no. No I haven’t.” Leo looked into Malik’s face, studied the fine stubble over his top lip and the way his nose flattened in a smooth slope. He’d never been with anyone as gorgeous as Malik—that was what he’d meant to say.
“I want to see your white cock,” Malik whispered, leaning in and touching his lips to Leo’s cheek. “Can I touch your white cock?”
“Yes, yes please…” Leo didn’t care that he was begging, it was what he needed—now.
Malik kissed his way to Leo’s ear then settled his lips over the shell. His breaths were warm and loud and added to Leo’s excitement.
Malik ran his hand down Leo’s bare chest, tickled through the short hairs beneath his navel before he tugged the waistband of his sweatpants forward.
“Yes.” Leo gasped, closing his eyes. “Yes, oh, please… God, I’m so hard.”
“Let me see for myself,” Malik said, efficiently shoving at Leo’s sweats so that they bunched at his knees. “Mmm, you are hard—hard and straining for it.”
Leo opened his eyes and stared at Malik.
Malik had his head bent and was studying Leo’s cock. Leo was circumcised and his glans, a large, glossy dome, jutted upward. The slit was deep and wide and his shaft, mauve- colored, was wrapped with thick veins.
“I like it.” Malik nodded. “A lot.”
“Touch me,” Leo said, shifting his hips forward. His cock bobbed and his balls retracted all the more. Damn, he’d grab it himself in a minute.
But he didn’t have to, because Malik wrapped his hand around Leo’s erection and squeezed.
“Ah, fuck,” Leo said, locking his knees and clutching the wall behind him. The sight of Malik’s huge black hand holding his shaft was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen— his knuckles were prominent and the tendons and veins on his wrist stood out. His skin looked so smooth and dark next to his.
“What is it?” Malik asked. “Something wrong?”
“No, it’s good. I like you touching me.”
“I haven’t even started yet.” Malik grinned, a slow, sinful grin that showed a new side to him. Leo liked this side very much—it was teasing and sexy and was making him buzz for sensation.
“Well, feel free to start…anytime,” Leo said. His mouth fell open. He was frantic for more but didn’t dare move.
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Malik pumped Leo’s cock—small, firm movements from root to tip. Leo hummed his pleasure, curled his toes on the tiled floor and clenched his stomach. “Tell me, is this how your white cock likes to be handled?” Malik asked, watching his own movements very carefully.
Leo stared at Malik’s face. “Yes, like that, and more, harder, faster.”
“Harder and faster. Is that a theme for your fucking preference?”
“Yeah, I like it hard and fast.”
“Like this?” Malik sped up his movements tenfold. He also increased his grip and slid the palm of his hand over Leo’s cock head.
“Ah…ah…ah…yeah,” Leo panted. “Fuck, yes, more, faster.” He stared down at his cock. The shiny red end popped out of Malik’s fist with each rapid downward movement. A spiral of pressure took hold in his arse. It spread to his balls and up his shaft. Cum simmered for release. Soon it would have to be on its way.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” he managed.
“Come? Yes you are going to come? That is the idea.”
“Yes, yes…” Leo couldn’t blink, could barely breathe. He was racing toward the point of no return. The erotic sight a wildly powerful force. He leaned harder against the wall, struggling to stay upright.
Malik increased the tension of his grip, banging his hand onto Leo’s body with each rapid jerk of his cock. “You feel amazing, Leo, and damn, you’re hot, so hot for me to handle.”
“I’m coming.” Leo gasped. “Fuck, Malik… I’m going to…” He was going to come and make a mess and spew his desire all over Malik’s hand. He didn’t care. Leo let it out, all that tension. It burst from him in several pearly jets that did indeed cover Malik’s hand and also splattered onto the floor. “Ahhh, yeah…” he groaned as burst after burst of cum was released. His balls jerked upward into his body, his arse contracted over and over, the orgasm spilling into every nerve in his pelvis. “So fucking good,” he moaned, “oh, God, yeah.”
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