Love erotica?

Do I have some delicious treats for you…

First, a sizzling new release by one of my favorite authors, Elsa Holland, His Captive

He’s here.
His love is dark 
His heart is broken
His hunger is insatiable
And he is delicious!

His eyes bored into hers, reading every thought, seeing every graphic detail of her debauched fantasies.

She swallowed.

Yes, she was debauched. She was depraved. Acts a genteel woman would run from made her core throb. Is that what she wanted from him? That a man like him might be able to give her what she wanted?

Think of something else.

She couldn’t.

The idea of who he might be suddenly clear. Is that why she came back? Is that what the attraction to him was about?

And what if she were wrong?

She grappled, drowning in his gaze, feeling him in her head.

“If you continue to look at me like that Rachael, I may simply whisk you away, hide you on one of my ships never to be seen again.” His voice, low and deep, rippled through her like a visceral touch. Need pulsed through her. Hot longing for things she dare not give voice to.

“I might like that,” she whispered dangerously under her breath. She slowly raised a single eyebrow as if what she said was a ridiculous proposition. But his eyes had turned to black orbs of intensity.

“You like to live dangerously,” Moriata said softly. “Didn’t Jax tell you to be careful of me? I am sure he told you what kind of man I am, Rachael.”

The air between them thickened.

His chest rose and fell faster than before.

She stood at the brink and jumped, nodding slowly, making them both smile.

Another agreement of sorts.

She didn’t want to examine it too deeply.

When you planned to jump off a cliff you didn’t dwell on all the ways you could fail to fly.

and… two of my books are featured in the delicious…

Don’t miss this fabulous collection of reads to make you quiver.

pleasure in the past

In the story I’m madly working on at the moment, Siren, Elisabeth Tanner is a passionate, virginal bride-to-be, set in the British Virgin Islands in the early 19th century. Having grown up in a marginally less rigid society, with a companion/maid who would these days be considered a couples sex therapist (her reason for being employed in Elizabeth’s parents house provides an interesting secondary story) Beth is determined to enjoy the marriage bed.

The day of her engagement to scientist explorer William Swan – the day before he is to leave on a 6 week voyage – Beth gives her betrothed a notebook and asks him to write her a journal of pleasure while he’s away, to enlighten her in the joys of sex.

He goes one better and also has the sail-maker craft a sex-toy to practice with, and to give herself pleasure. Something like this, and 18th century dildo found in Poland, eight inches long and made of high quality leather with a carved wooden tip.

As usual, I did some digging on-line (hence the photo, above) and found some fascinating information on the history of sex aids.


In ancient Greece, dildos made of bread were used by men and women as a sexual aid,  according to Vicki Leon, author of The Joy of Sexus: Lust, Love & Longing in the Ancient World — a biodegradable sexual aid, which made them responsible sexy people. 

A siltstone phallus found in Germany is said to date back 28,000 years.

2000 years ago in ancient China, a bronze dildo.


Phalluses made from stone, wood, leather and even camel dung have all been found during excavations, or referenced in historical text and images.

“… we have evidence of a dildo-like object that’s 28,000–30,000 years old. We think of these things as new, but you see dildos on Greek vases and in Japanese art.

In a way, we were more liberated in the late 1800s and early 1900s, when sex toys were advertised everywhere, like in the New York Times.

and even earlier… “30,000 years… phallic batons from the Upper Paleolithic period. The early sex toys were made of bone and ivory and teeth. They were classified by archaeologists as flint-shaping tools and found in Germany and other parts of Eurasia during the Ice Age.” Hallie Lieberman

If you’re looking for something sexy to read before then, I’ve reduced my novella Little Blonde Lies (an enemies to lovers revenge romance dripping with hot sex)
to 99 cents until the end of 2020.

carried away… underground

I’ve been bitten by the historical bug… actually, I think I was bitten at birth, and this is in fact a serious relapse! I’ve always been a huge fan of historical fiction – and non-fiction – now I’m being sucked down into a glorious eddy of Victorian hedonism, vice and hidden, ancient sites in the name of research 😉

I can’t wait to share my discoveries as I explore the underground pleasures and taboos of historic London. Watch this space…

But now I have the cover, I better not get distracted by all those wicked temptations… I must write!

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